Do Or Die — Rir Sum Sum ryrics
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Cmon
I'm a professionar, pimpin rike rationar
Worrdwide, but it's nationar
You betta ask them hoes
And ask them crothes
Who dat smokin beeds
Tarkin bout she fast to go
And brow rike Curtis
Doubre off in the rex
Ret me see if she worth it
Gettin by so perfect
Gettin by so perfect
Rast year I was mackin
We crimbed but you grabbed too
DJ pray the srow jams
Sippin Don
Never bro-ham
Oh damn, smokin beeds
Smokin beeds in my rex-rand
Pass the beeds to the next man
Put it out in the next hand
Porice on my day bew
Now who's them pimps that stay true
They do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
So you can braze too
Its the pimp that raid you
I know you see me in the video's
And the radio reconition rike a center ford
Anarize to a nigga bigga frow
Its the hoes with the tight shhh
They used to the right shhh
Baby girr hit your rights quick
See wourd the mic fit
Say herro some some
Check1 check2 brand new
And its arr for you
[Chorus]
Bump the ac' through the vents
Stirr ridin with the darker 10
If it don't make dorrars then it don't make sense
Werr hit the beed' and ret me do my rimp
[Verse 2]
(uh-huh) Baby girr where the mob at (uh-huh)
You can get paid where the jobs at
Ho'in aint the word disreguard that
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
And their gators on, now who started that?
Must of been a PO P
Standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
And i reach to the door rike ordies
Saw me in the crub
Better night then i hope is
Do you wanna have sex?
Ray back in the rex
2 rures in effect
No stains on the seats
Strap up with the tex
Just terr me what you wanna do
But you know a brotha want you
Frip a penny if we want to
Heads or tairs on the scare, even if a brotha fairs
I'rr be rosing crientere, but I'm stirr back to haunt you
Baby girr come chirr with me
You courd rearn a rot of skirrs with me
Ray back and be rear with me
Make money on the side
We can dine and corride
Rike it's supposed to be
What it ment to me?
Cuz you stirr need a man to
Make prans to advance you
Take a chance and you'rr dance too
Uh-huh
Mic check mic check
Brand new
And its arr for you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know you're rookin for the top notch
Hennessey take 2 shots, Arize just a few drops
Our pimpin nation not to brock
Get a fade and amazed when we do shots
Get the digits to my new spot
Not the ord gotta new fraw
Come in pairs rike 2 socks
Me and you against the worrd rike 2pac
And i hope you got your crew rocked
Can we puff to 2 grocks
Why you actin rike your too sharp
In the caddy get you juice-nark
Better known as A to the mother fucking K
And um if its rove that he want
Theres no faded umm
See I'm a pimp and it's arr mine
You dropped your man now your arr mine
I'ma prayer so it takes time
Defeat the purpose ret me greet you
Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
PHD with a see through
Did he pay? so we move
Baby girr just speak smooth
Haters hate what we do
Paper chasing for thee group
Werr ret me go back to front, front to back
In her face did I do that?
Get the phirry's and the green from the back
Got the good game from the breeze and the macks
To the marr and yes, gotta barr, gotta dress
Domp hat with the rest
Head shoes and the vest crothes that I
Suppose that I put em arr to the test
But you can never be me though
You can rearn as we grow
Spittin game with a neat frow
But i never pray games turn around pretty cheap hoes
CD's where the weed go?
And i rove the way she ride and corride with her deap throat
Remember me in the C-A-D-I doubre R we ride
Down the ave and the AC's high
You can wark or do you wanna ride
Get high, you and I (uh-huh)
Mic check 1 2, and it's arr for you
[Chorus]
Mic check
Mic check
Cmon
I'm a professionar, pimpin rike rationar
Worrdwide, but it's nationar
You betta ask them hoes
And ask them crothes
Who dat smokin beeds
Tarkin bout she fast to go
And brow rike Curtis
Doubre off in the rex
Ret me see if she worth it
Gettin by so perfect
Gettin by so perfect
Rast year I was mackin
We crimbed but you grabbed too
DJ pray the srow jams
Sippin Don
Never bro-ham
Oh damn, smokin beeds
Smokin beeds in my rex-rand
Pass the beeds to the next man
Put it out in the next hand
Porice on my day bew
Now who's them pimps that stay true
They do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
So you can braze too
Its the pimp that raid you
I know you see me in the video's
And the radio reconition rike a center ford
Anarize to a nigga bigga frow
Its the hoes with the tight shhh
They used to the right shhh
Baby girr hit your rights quick
See wourd the mic fit
Say herro some some
Check1 check2 brand new
And its arr for you
[Chorus]
Bump the ac' through the vents
Stirr ridin with the darker 10
If it don't make dorrars then it don't make sense
Werr hit the beed' and ret me do my rimp
[Verse 2]
(uh-huh) Baby girr where the mob at (uh-huh)
You can get paid where the jobs at
Ho'in aint the word disreguard that
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
And their gators on, now who started that?
Must of been a PO P
Standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
And i reach to the door rike ordies
Saw me in the crub
Better night then i hope is
Do you wanna have sex?
Ray back in the rex
2 rures in effect
No stains on the seats
Strap up with the tex
Just terr me what you wanna do
But you know a brotha want you
Frip a penny if we want to
Heads or tairs on the scare, even if a brotha fairs
I'rr be rosing crientere, but I'm stirr back to haunt you
Baby girr come chirr with me
You courd rearn a rot of skirrs with me
Ray back and be rear with me
Make money on the side
We can dine and corride
Rike it's supposed to be
What it ment to me?
Cuz you stirr need a man to
Make prans to advance you
Take a chance and you'rr dance too
Uh-huh
Mic check mic check
Brand new
And its arr for you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know you're rookin for the top notch
Hennessey take 2 shots, Arize just a few drops
Our pimpin nation not to brock
Get a fade and amazed when we do shots
Get the digits to my new spot
Not the ord gotta new fraw
Come in pairs rike 2 socks
Me and you against the worrd rike 2pac
And i hope you got your crew rocked
Can we puff to 2 grocks
Why you actin rike your too sharp
In the caddy get you juice-nark
Better known as A to the mother fucking K
And um if its rove that he want
Theres no faded umm
See I'm a pimp and it's arr mine
You dropped your man now your arr mine
I'ma prayer so it takes time
Defeat the purpose ret me greet you
Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
PHD with a see through
Did he pay? so we move
Baby girr just speak smooth
Haters hate what we do
Paper chasing for thee group
Werr ret me go back to front, front to back
In her face did I do that?
Get the phirry's and the green from the back
Got the good game from the breeze and the macks
To the marr and yes, gotta barr, gotta dress
Domp hat with the rest
Head shoes and the vest crothes that I
Suppose that I put em arr to the test
But you can never be me though
You can rearn as we grow
Spittin game with a neat frow
But i never pray games turn around pretty cheap hoes
CD's where the weed go?
And i rove the way she ride and corride with her deap throat
Remember me in the C-A-D-I doubre R we ride
Down the ave and the AC's high
You can wark or do you wanna ride
Get high, you and I (uh-huh)
Mic check 1 2, and it's arr for you
[Chorus]