[Johnny P: through-out talking]
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Pimp on, pimp on
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Pimp on, pimp on
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Pimp on, pimp on
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Pimp on, pimp on
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[Intro:]
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Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song
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From the P-Funk era
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This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P
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Now, what we gonna do right here
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Is let'cha just wave ya hands like this shit
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On the radio station, this most requested
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Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch!
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[Verse 1: AK]
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Fresh up out the motherfuckin' cut, who dat?
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Droppin' and poppin' that gangsta shit with my nigga, true dat!
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Sippin' and tippin' off the Grey Goose and the gallon of Gin
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While I'm smokin' somethin, faded, with' my blueberry Benz
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Flick the weed with' my middle finger, off in the wind
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Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party startin' at ten
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Now do these ho's wanna fuck? That's what I'm really askin'
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Skip to my nigga with' my semi-semi blastin'
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[DJ Quik: talking]
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Hold up AK, I done seen ya boy Kel on the cover of that XXL magazine
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Ya hear me, and it look like him and Snoop Dogg been havin'-
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Dress code dress rehearsals, and talkin' bout that tie with them pin-stripes
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Maan!
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[Verse 1: continued]
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Blastin' the semi in a orderly fashion
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Orderly stash, so the people try to come and harrass
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And now it's one to the motherfuckin' two, to the three
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See me floatin' through the streets, Chi-Town or Long Beach
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[Hook]
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[JP:] You ain't never heard no pimps like this
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[AK:]
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If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a
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Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
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[JP:] You ain't never seen no pimps like this
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[AK:]
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You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp
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Then I'm a piiimp!
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[JP:] Never seen twenty's spin like this
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[AK:]
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If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm
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A pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
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[JP:] Do you know we be the first true pimps?
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[AK:]
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You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then
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I'm a piiimp!
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[Verse 2: Belo]
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I've been noticin' that niggas been quotin'
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Quotin' me bogusly
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Bogusly try to bump me off so no-one even notice me
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Vocally, I've been pimpin and sayin shit so importantly
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Rappers around the world should think of a plaque or throw to me
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Cadillac, I'm the bolder-ly, binnin' and grinnin' slow-ely
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Nine, packin' fo' sho-ely, ho, check out my poetry!
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My izzle's so dizzle, rizzle, for shizzle my nizzle
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Pizzle, tha lizzle, if you feel me say Chuuuch!
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Now I'm about to get this bad bitch, and dinner her up
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Take her ass straight to the tele, and uhh, dent her rump
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I'm a knock that stuffin' and muffin' up off that pussy
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Put that ass straight to sleep, and don't deny it cause my pimpin' is deep
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I know some playa's that be claimin' the streets
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Like a nigga playin' hard when his posse is deep
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Go on head, walk it off with the flock of the sheep
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Cause I'm a motherfuckin', P-I, M-P, Chuch!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: N.A.R.D.]
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My Cadillac spinnin', and wheels gotten' 'em grinnin'
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And stepped out in my gators, with' collar'ed shirt and some Timberlands
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Aww they go hurr again, from back on the block
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I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop
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Ya see my mama always said to stay away when it's hot
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Cause now here's gone, the day when they wantin' your spot
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You ready or not? The less ordered, the better the rock
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I need more fuck for Quik to get my Chevy to ride
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So to my people's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this?
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Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this!
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Throw 'yo hands high, light about a pound of dro
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Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a blow
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We sippin' the Remy and Henny and a bottle of Mo'
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Gatherin' all the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door
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Because it ain't no tellin' what we gon' do
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Because we might do whatever pimps want to
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[Hook]
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[Johnny P: to fade]
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Do you know we be the first true pimps?
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Do you know we be the first true pimps?
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Church
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| Do Or Die |
