*featuring Tung Twista, Johnny P
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[Chorus: Johnny P]
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Do you wanna riiide?
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In the backseat, of a Caddy
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Chop it up, with Do or Die
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Do you wanna riiide?
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In the backseat, of a Caddy
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Chop it up, with Do or Die
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[Verse One: Belo]
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Seven double oh P.M.
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Fly low to them hoes in the B-M
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Sippin Seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
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Touchin on my fo' fin
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Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this Po Pimp
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Spring to the phone with a slow limp
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In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
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Three line connection
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As the rest of them wanted affection
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Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
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And plus we strapped with two protections
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I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
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Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
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And the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
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I straight up check the hoe, really doe
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To the crib
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: AK-47, Belo]
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Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
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Three miles per hour
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Like we runnin up on some ri-vals
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Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'Lo
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Introduce myself
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A to the motherfuckin K finna recognize
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Then I loose myself juice myself
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As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
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Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm
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P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
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We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
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Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the C-A
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D-I, Double-L, with ah A-C, A-C hoes
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They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically
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Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
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M-O, N-E, but why?
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Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
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Fresh jewels Girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
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Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
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Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
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To the tempo, instrumental
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Real simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
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Get involved in the backseat
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Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
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Smokin on that finest grass
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Never miss what you never had, at last
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P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
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We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Tung Twista]
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Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
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And then collecting no dough from tips
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But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
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To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provokin hips
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And never gotta tell her many lies
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I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
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Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
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Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
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Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
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Right, that'd be the flatter me right
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But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick
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Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like
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I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
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Don't be bogus and deny that
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I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
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While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
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Where your ride at?
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On the passenger side of your hoe
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Tryin ta come up on another G
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The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
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Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead, suddenly
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She learned that I don't deal with emotions
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But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
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Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
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Me and Do or Die dig drinkin love potion
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The word that was never said
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Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
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And if I ever leave whoever dead
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They ain't trickin the Feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
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Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
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Then belittle in a day or two
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After words I'ma slay a crew
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Now that's some pimp type shit that B-Low and AK'll do
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Wearing gray and blue
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If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
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And get the dividends
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But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
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Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
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Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
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[Chorus]
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Po Pimp
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Do Or Die |