Po Pimp

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