hook johnny p
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
ak47
it was seven doubleoh pm
fly low to them hoes in the bm
sipping seagram chewing on a weed stem
touching on my fo’ fif
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 760
threeline connection
as the rest of them wanted affection
just bring the weed 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 ho
and the feeling i’ve forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
i straight up check the ho really doe
to the crib
hook johnny p
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
ak47 belo
seven deuce five i 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
duce myself
atothemotherfuckingk better recognize
then i loose myself juice myself
as you take one pull uh pass it to the left and um
selfcentered niggas’ll take two pulls cause they thinking about self and um
pi mp ology but logically
we learning these hoes biology and obviously well
mmm ain’t this some shit pull up in the ca
di doublel pumping ac a see hoes
they peep those pi mp and they think that automatically
’cause he’s a pimp he gotta be full of that
mo ne but why
cause nigga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes
fresh jewels girbaud flexing one five oh
chop up that paper ho chop up that paper ho
watch where your lips go caress my tip slow
to the tempo
real simple when you fucking with a pimp doe
get involved in the backseat
that’s how it be in the cad when you messing with them young lads
smoking on that finest grass
never miss what you never had at last
pi mp ology but logically
we learning these hoes biology and obviously well
hook johnny p
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
tung twista
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 open lips and the provoking hips
and never gotta tell her many lies
have them 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 anatomy gotta be right
that’d be to flatter me right
but if the head the bomb c’mon suck a nigga dick
members of my clique wanna see what that’d be like
i know you wanna try that to the rhythm of a hihat
don’t be bogus and deny that
i done got a ho to let my fellas run a train
while she lie back now motherfucker can you buy that
where your ride at
on the passenger side of your ho
trying to come up on another g
the broad all up under me trying to smother me
looking lovely while i roll another b suddenly
she learned that i don’t deal with emotions
but when we in the room she rubbing me with lotion
coming like an ocean coasting have her sick
thinking me and do or die dig drinking love potion
the word no was never said
twista 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 playa do
then belittle in a day or two
after words i’mma slay a crew
now that’s some pimptype shit that belo and ak’ll do
wearing gray and blue
if a ho wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
and get the dividends
but you a pimp if you can get the same ho to wanna freak your friends
’cause i studied pi mp ology but logically
be learning these hoes biology obviously well
hook johnny p
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy
chop it up with do or die
Artist: Do Or Die Featuring Twista
Year: 1996
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 444