Do or Die – Po Pimp ft. Johnny P, Twista

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Do or Die and this amazing music is titled “Po Pimp ft. Johnny P, Twista”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Picture This’ and it was released in the year 1996.

 

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Lyrics

 

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Seven double oh P.M. Fly low to them hoes in the be

Sipping Seagram, chewing on a wheat stem

Touching on my four fin

Move it to the back so I can see who beeping this Po Pimp

Spring to the phone with a slow limp

In a trip that shitted with three, one, two, seven, six, two, ten

Three line connection, as the rest of them wanted affection

Just bring the bead, we got the drinks you need

And plus 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 feeling I’ve forgotten if the hoes want to snap

I straight up check the hoe, really doe, to the crib

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes

Three miles per hour, like we running up on some rivals

Never to deny though, these bitches look fly ‘Lo

Introduce myself, a to the motherfucking K finna recognize

Then I loose myself juice myself

As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and em

Self-centered niggaz’ll take two pulls

‘Cause they thinking about sampling em

P-I, M-P, ology, but logically

We’re learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Mm, ain’t this some shit, pull up in the see-A

D-I, Double-L, with ah A-see, A-see hoes

They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically

‘Cause he’s a pimp, he gotta be, full of that

M-O, N-E, but why?

‘Cause nigga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes

Fresh jewels Girbaud flexing one five oh (chop chop)

Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe

Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow

To the tempo, instrumental

Real simple when you fucking with a pimp doe

Get involved in the backseat

Let’s have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass

Smoking on that finest grass

Never miss what you never had, at last

P-I, M-P, ology, but logically

We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit

And then collecting no dough from tips

But I be spitting mo’ game than a mouthful of poker chips

To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provoking hips

And never gotta tell her many lies

I been looking in the city skies, get up in the kitty’s thighs

‘Cause I’m blessed with a look of innocence, good sex

Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes

Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when out of me gotta be

Right, that’d be the flatter me right

But if the head the bonk come on suck a nigga dick

Members of my click, want to see what that’d be like

I know you want to try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat

Don’t be bogus and deny that

I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train

While she lie back, now motherfucker can you bow down?

Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoes

Trying to come up on another G

The broad all up under me trying to smother me

Looking lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly

She learned that I don’t deal with emotions

But when we in the room she rubbing me with lotion

She come like an ocean coasting have a cigarette thinking

Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion

The word that was never said

Twisted be giving women dick in the bed

Until they sick in the head, and if I ever leave whoever dead

They ain’t tricking the Feds or spitting game

But it’s chicken and bread

Kicking them legs in the air like a player do

Then be little in a day or two

After words I’m slay a crew, now that’s some pimp type shit

That be Low and AK’ll do, wearing gray and blue

If a hoe want to holler then you a player if you hit them ends

And get the dividends but you a pimp if you can get

The same hoe to want to freak your friends

‘Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically

Be learning these hoes biology, obviously, well

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?

In the backseat, of a Caddy

Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride with me

Come and ride with me

Baby come and ride with me

Baby come and ride with me, Do or Die