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    Po Pimp

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. Tung Twista, Johnny P)
    [Chorus: Johnny P]
    Do you wanna riiide?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you wanna riiide?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    [Verse One: Belo]
    Seven double oh P.M.
    Fly low to them hoes in the B-M
    Sippin Seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
    Touchin on my fo fin
    Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this Po Pimp
    Spring to the phone with a slow limp
    In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
    Three line 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 hoe
    And the feeling Ive forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
    I straight up check the hoe, really doe
    To the crib
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Two: AK-47, Belo]
    Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
    Three miles per hour
    Like we runnin up on some ri-vals
    Never to deny though, these bitches look fly Lo
    Introduce myself
    A to the motherfuckin K finna recognize
    Then I loose myself juice myself
    As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
    Self-centered niggazll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm
    P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
    We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
    Mmm, aint this some shit, pull up in the C-A
    D-I, Double-L, with ah A-C, A-C hoes
    They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically
    Cause hes a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
    M-O, N-E, but why?
    Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
    Fresh jewels Girbaud flexin 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 fuckin with a pimp doe
    Get involved in the backseat
    Lets have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
    Smokin on that finest grass
    Never miss what you never had, at last
    P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
    We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Tung Twista]
    Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
    And then collecting no dough from tips
    But I be spittin mo game than a mouthful of poker chips
    To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provokin hips
    And never gotta tell her many lies
    I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kittys thighs
    Cause Im blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
    Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
    Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
    Right, thatd be the flatter me right
    But if the head the bonk cmon suck a nigga dick
    Members of my click, wanna see what thatd be like
    I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
    Dont be bogus and deny that
    I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
    While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
    Where your ride at?
    On the passenger side of your hoe
    Tryin ta come up on another G
    The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
    Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead, suddenly
    She learned that I dont deal with emotions
    But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
    Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
    Me and Do or Die dig drinkin love potion
    The word that was never said
    Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
    And if I ever leave whoever dead
    They aint trickin the Feds or spittin game but its chicken and bread
    Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
    Then belittle in a day or two
    After words Ima slay a crew
    Now thats some pimp type shit that B-Low and AKll do
    Wearing gray and blue
    If a hoe 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 hoe to wanna freak your friends
    Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
    Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
    [Chorus]
    [ Po Pimp Lyrics ]
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