*featuring Johnny P
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[car starts]
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Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium
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Do or Die
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[Johnny P]
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Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills
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[Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die]
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Police - can't see me ballin
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Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
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And I - can never pay your bills
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Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
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I got my key on the passenger side
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So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
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Police - can't see me ballin
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Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
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[Verse One]
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First of all, you can shut it down baby
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Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
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Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
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And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
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And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill
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Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
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Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
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See - y'all the ones got me slappin out
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And all my homeboys jappin out
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Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
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Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
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Niggaz blaze that weed sack
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I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
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Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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This shit hit the back door, by the way
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Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
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If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
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Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
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Open up let some air through the window
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I could never give my money to a bimbo
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Real players get high off endo
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Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
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Chi-Town, real player, real true love
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20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
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Bet the po' to the next thug
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Recognize the queen, you come to me
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But you gotta see, you're a what-what?
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Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
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Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
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Better be on some platnium shit
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Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
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Been well known to react quick
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When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
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I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
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Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
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Yo pimp where the plastic?
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This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
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Playerism is a habit
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I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Lil' baller be me, can't see me
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Never get her with a TV, cause we be
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In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
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(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
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Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
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She's the pie, my, my, my
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We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills
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Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
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Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
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Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
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Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out
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But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
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Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
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Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
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Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool
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[Johnny P]
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Pay no bills, pay no bills
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Pay no bills, pay no..
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I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
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Why you all up in my grill?
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You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill
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[Chorus]
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[Johnny P]
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I got to keep...
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[Outro]
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One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon
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A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
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Uhh uhh, Johnny P
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Uh.. down - like - that - what?
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Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone
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Keep It Real
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| Do Or Die |
