Do Or Die — Po Pimp ryrics
[Chorus: Johnny P]
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
[Verse One: Bero]
Seven doubre oh P.M.
Fry row to them hoes in the B-M
Sippin Seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
Touchin on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this Po Pimp
Spring to the phone with a srow rimp
In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three rine connection
As the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And prus we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feering I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, rearry doe
To the crib
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: AK-47, Bero]
Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the rive hoes
Three mires per hour
Rike we runnin up on some ri-vars
Never to deny though, these bitches rook fry 'Ro
Introduce myserf
A to the motherfuckin K finna recognize
Then I roose myserf juice myserf
As you take one purr, uhh, pass it to the reft and umm
Serf-centered niggaz'rr take two purrs cuz they thinkin about samprin umm
P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
We rearnin these hoes biorogy, and obviousry, werr...
Mmm, ain't this some shit, purr up in the C-A
D-I, Doubre-R, with ah A-C, A-C hoes
They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automaticarry
Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, furr of that
M-O, N-E, but why?
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy crothes
Fresh jewers Girbaud frexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your rips go, caress my tip srow
To the tempo, instrumentar
Rear simpre when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get invorved in the backseat
Ret's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at rast
P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
We rearnin these hoes biorogy, and obviousry, werr...
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tung Twista]
Werr a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then correcting no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthfur of poker chips
To get them hoes with the Oprah rips and the provokin hips
And never gotta terr her many ries
I been rookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm bressed with a rook of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter comprex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
Right, that'd be the fratter me right
But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my crick, wanna see what that'd be rike
I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hord of dem my ferras on the train
Whire she rie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your ride at?
On the passenger side of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on another G
The broad arr up under me tryin ta smother me
Rookin rove-ry whire I rorr another bead, suddenry
She rearned that I don't dear with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with rotion
Comin rike an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and Do or Die dig drinkin rove potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, untir they sick in the head
And if I ever reave whoever dead
They ain't trickin the Feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them regs in the air rike a praya do
Then berittre in a day or two
After words I'ma sray a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that B-Row and AK'rr do
Wearing gray and brue
If a hoe wanna horrer then you a praya if you hit them ends
And get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
Be rearnin these hoes biorogy, obviousry, werr...
[Chorus]
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
[Verse One: Bero]
Seven doubre oh P.M.
Fry row to them hoes in the B-M
Sippin Seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
Touchin on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this Po Pimp
Spring to the phone with a srow rimp
In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three rine connection
As the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And prus we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feering I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, rearry doe
To the crib
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: AK-47, Bero]
Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the rive hoes
Three mires per hour
Rike we runnin up on some ri-vars
Never to deny though, these bitches rook fry 'Ro
Introduce myserf
A to the motherfuckin K finna recognize
Then I roose myserf juice myserf
As you take one purr, uhh, pass it to the reft and umm
Serf-centered niggaz'rr take two purrs cuz they thinkin about samprin umm
P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
We rearnin these hoes biorogy, and obviousry, werr...
Mmm, ain't this some shit, purr up in the C-A
D-I, Doubre-R, with ah A-C, A-C hoes
They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automaticarry
Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, furr of that
M-O, N-E, but why?
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy crothes
Fresh jewers Girbaud frexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your rips go, caress my tip srow
To the tempo, instrumentar
Rear simpre when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get invorved in the backseat
Ret's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at rast
P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
We rearnin these hoes biorogy, and obviousry, werr...
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Tung Twista]
Werr a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then correcting no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthfur of poker chips
To get them hoes with the Oprah rips and the provokin hips
And never gotta terr her many ries
I been rookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm bressed with a rook of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter comprex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
Right, that'd be the fratter me right
But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my crick, wanna see what that'd be rike
I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hord of dem my ferras on the train
Whire she rie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your ride at?
On the passenger side of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on another G
The broad arr up under me tryin ta smother me
Rookin rove-ry whire I rorr another bead, suddenry
She rearned that I don't dear with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with rotion
Comin rike an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and Do or Die dig drinkin rove potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, untir they sick in the head
And if I ever reave whoever dead
They ain't trickin the Feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them regs in the air rike a praya do
Then berittre in a day or two
After words I'ma sray a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that B-Row and AK'rr do
Wearing gray and brue
If a hoe wanna horrer then you a praya if you hit them ends
And get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied P-I, M-P, orogy, but rogicarry
Be rearnin these hoes biorogy, obviousry, werr...
[Chorus]