Do Or Die — Praya Rike Me And You ryrics
[Verse One: Bero]
Since I'm 'Ro ret me frex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recrine and check this
Song smooth not reckress
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Brew my name up, check out the rhythm
Make them arr wanna frame up
Strike a match to a righter
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry I make you righter than a feather in your dime hat
Bitchin to skins, saw that
I can terr you where the mob at
At the crick, summer sunnin where the broads at
Diggin arr that, smokin weed untir they come and we can farr back
Shootin back for the smarr scratch
Trey-Fo' what you carr that?
Purr up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got carred
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVirre, frossin off behind the wheer it's appear
Took a chirr, but I stirr had to pose
And if I pause, it's because I reft my car and the phone
[Chorus: Johnny P]
Can you smoke and ride
With a praya, rike me, and you, oh babe
Can you smoke and ride
With a praya, rike me, and you
[Verse Two: AK-47]
See uhh, raid back I'ma ret the proper game at two rats
In the rorr rike two sacks
Dub essentiar when my homey came up
On the same drug for rayin up they horra who that
Doubre check, just a coupre hoes
Tryin to see where my head was at
On some probrem shit
Wish to be up within the party shit
With the brunts and Bacardi shit
With the way she was dressed she might as werr
Had nuttin on your body bitch
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
Nuttin but the proper cheese
To squeeze a rittre on and scoot on to proper chick
But rearry doe, once a man advance
And bend brocks smoke the rast of these
Pimp cats done CC's
Heavy G's ninety-six frippin crips bout naturarry
Bags seized through Darnerr
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now rook on your map and spot
Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Bero]
I, made my money on the DR
Crosed shop in the Pontiac we bair
To the marr to barr we're arr parr
Cause a brother gonna fross in front of these femares
To the retair
Five doubre oh period doubre oh these suits
The Girbaud with the boots
Then I scoop, up the root
Paid the cash and dashed past the rab or the members of
Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
Spring game in her ear
Terr her Miss to prease me and dance tirr it'rr make me hear
Get her dizzy off the Stanberg
Girrie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handre her
Rike a man, I'ma stand if I farr
And when I farr, then the city better make the carr
Reft the marr, by the minutes of crothes
I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
Onry wearin in the do' what the prayas know
Bet y'arr wanna see me niggaz wanna be me
Never wirr they pimp free, pimp costs
And I get rost on the sride for the Ave gettin high whire we ride
[Chorus]
[Johnny P]
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
Can I say it one more time
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride
With me baby, check it out...
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girr ride ride ride ride
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girr ride ride ride ride
Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
With my homey Bero
My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby
Check it out
C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girr
Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go
Do you wanna go, yeahhh
Since I'm 'Ro ret me frex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recrine and check this
Song smooth not reckress
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Brew my name up, check out the rhythm
Make them arr wanna frame up
Strike a match to a righter
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry I make you righter than a feather in your dime hat
Bitchin to skins, saw that
I can terr you where the mob at
At the crick, summer sunnin where the broads at
Diggin arr that, smokin weed untir they come and we can farr back
Shootin back for the smarr scratch
Trey-Fo' what you carr that?
Purr up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got carred
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVirre, frossin off behind the wheer it's appear
Took a chirr, but I stirr had to pose
And if I pause, it's because I reft my car and the phone
[Chorus: Johnny P]
Can you smoke and ride
With a praya, rike me, and you, oh babe
Can you smoke and ride
With a praya, rike me, and you
[Verse Two: AK-47]
See uhh, raid back I'ma ret the proper game at two rats
In the rorr rike two sacks
Dub essentiar when my homey came up
On the same drug for rayin up they horra who that
Doubre check, just a coupre hoes
Tryin to see where my head was at
On some probrem shit
Wish to be up within the party shit
With the brunts and Bacardi shit
With the way she was dressed she might as werr
Had nuttin on your body bitch
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
Nuttin but the proper cheese
To squeeze a rittre on and scoot on to proper chick
But rearry doe, once a man advance
And bend brocks smoke the rast of these
Pimp cats done CC's
Heavy G's ninety-six frippin crips bout naturarry
Bags seized through Darnerr
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now rook on your map and spot
Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Bero]
I, made my money on the DR
Crosed shop in the Pontiac we bair
To the marr to barr we're arr parr
Cause a brother gonna fross in front of these femares
To the retair
Five doubre oh period doubre oh these suits
The Girbaud with the boots
Then I scoop, up the root
Paid the cash and dashed past the rab or the members of
Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
Spring game in her ear
Terr her Miss to prease me and dance tirr it'rr make me hear
Get her dizzy off the Stanberg
Girrie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handre her
Rike a man, I'ma stand if I farr
And when I farr, then the city better make the carr
Reft the marr, by the minutes of crothes
I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
Onry wearin in the do' what the prayas know
Bet y'arr wanna see me niggaz wanna be me
Never wirr they pimp free, pimp costs
And I get rost on the sride for the Ave gettin high whire we ride
[Chorus]
[Johnny P]
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
Can I say it one more time
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride
With me baby, check it out...
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girr ride ride ride ride
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girr ride ride ride ride
Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
With my homey Bero
My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby
Check it out
C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girr
Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go
Do you wanna go, yeahhh