Letra Still po pimpin' Do Or Die

Still po pimpin'

[johnny p]
Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)
Do you wanna smoke my b (ooooooh)
Never cant you take my gs
Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)

[ak-47]
Aint trippin got to split up the front
Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin off (oh, that aint nuttin)
Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin
Tryin to cut me up, yeah the tricks on somethin
The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
Im lookin at the do females still comin
Lookin to my left and the bs still comin
Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
Circlin the do where the money start runnin
Took a pause, hey yall wassup
Hey hummers in the double-r, is it a double car
Pulled over to the car
So i, asked proceeds, to pass the bs, no bitch

Chorus: johnny p (repeat 4x)

Do you wanna run with me?
Do you wanna smoke my bs?
Never could you take my gs
Im a po p-i-m-p

[belo]
Wanna be like p-i, m-p, hoes - plenty
Comin straight from the windy
Choppin up tens and twenties, mmmm!
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes, and I suppose
That Ive been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I confess, Im here just to ball black
Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
Flip a penny to a dime Im like an o-g
Go to the mall, with all of yall
Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want b
You can ride or just smoke in the cadillac
Ac, windows down, with the top back
From a caddy to lex to rolex
Im a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?
Ever though Im makin money in a row friend
Nickle dime ? fiend dont approach me
If you do, we could have sex, in the caddy or lex
But keep on the low-key

Chorus

[? ? ]
Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke
But now Im stackin c-notes, still dope
Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope
Me and do or die just try to cope
Sit back and like a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
Its some haters but its still all good
Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
In the place to be to see who I can choose
Now its time for me to make a move
Shotry whats the lead?

[twista]
I done seen your sexy walk on the pharcyde
So dont be passin me by
Im a nigga with peas and I aint stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name, we dont gotta pop thangs
No more servin the rock caine, the night-game
Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
Its like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road
Devine words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if Im walkin and she peepin that my limps cold
See a playa po trippin, pimpins the method
To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
Picture how Im mackin cold women
Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
While we smokin on henny, still po pimpin

Breakdown: johnny p (repeat 2x)

Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh

Chorus

[johnny p]
Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with jp
Do or die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..