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Do Or Die - Still Po' Pimpin Feat. Johnny P. & Twista
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Do or Die
Do or Die
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Do or Die
Do or Die
Songwriter
Darnell Smith
Darnell Smith
Composer
C. Mitchell
C. Mitchell
Composer
Dennis Round
Dennis Round
Composer
Leroy Williams
Leroy Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr Lee
Mr Lee
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my B?
Never can't you take my Gs
[Verse 2]
My
I ain't trippin' got to split up the front
Approach it with a limp, while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin' off, oh, that ain't nothing
Meet me at the crib 'bout 2, stop frontin'
Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'
Tryin' to cut me up, yeah, the trick's on somethin'
The corner of the party where the **** stay bumpin'
This is for the gin and the Hen' in my stomach
I'm lookin' at the do', females still comin'
Lookin' to my left and the Bs still comin'
Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'
Tryna shake the dice, but the girl lookin' cunnin'
Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'
Took a pause, hey y'all what's up
Head hunters in the double R, is it a double car
Pulled over to the car
So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the Bs, no bitch
[Verse 3]
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
[Verse 4]
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
[Verse 5]
Wanna be like P I M P, hoes plenty
Comin' straight from the Windy
Choppin' up tens and twenties, mmm
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with the hoes, and I suppose
That I've been chose, the **** with the hoodrat
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I confess, I'm here just to ball black
Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free
Flip a penny to a dime like an OG
Go to the mall, with all of y'all
Show you some cash, tell me what you want B
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac
AC, windows down, with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex to Rolex
I'ma put it in a roll, tell me could you top that?
Even though I'm making money in a row, friend
Nickel, dime, morphine, don't approach me
If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or a Lex
But keep it on the low key
[Verse 6]
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never can't you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never can't you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
[Verse 7]
Well, a motherfucker used to say I might be broke
But now I'ma stacka C notes, still dope
Different strokes, same folks
Hangin' from a rope
We can do or die, just try to cope
Sit back and like a picture, take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
It's some haters but it's still all good
Roll up another Backwood, playa pimpin' to the groove
In the place to be to who I can choose
Now it's time for me to make a move
Shorty, what's the lead?
[Verse 8]
I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde
So don't be Passin' Me By
I'm a **** with Ps, and I ain't stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name
We don't gotta pop thangs
No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night game
Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop game
It's like aww, suki suki now, lookie here
Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road
Divine words from the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold
See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method
To runnin' you try to play me in slow vision
Picture how I'm mackin' cold women
Bendin' and grinnin' my hair spinnin'
While we smokin' on Henny, still po' pimpin'
[Verse 9]
Do you wanna ride, slip slide your thighs
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, whoa-oh
Do you wanna ride, slip slide your thighs
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, whoa
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
Do you wanna rock with me?
Do you wanna smoke my Bs?
Never could you take my Gs
I'm a po' P I M P
[Verse 10]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Do you wanna ride with JP?
Do or die, oh-oh, oh-oh
Written by: Anthony Round, C. Mitchell, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Leroy Williams
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