Po Pimp 歌词
| 歌曲 | Po Pimp |
| 歌手 | Do or Die |
| 专辑 | Picture This |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 ************tted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 | |
| Three line connection | |
| As the rest of them wanted affection | |
| Just bring the ******, 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 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 ******* look fly 'lo | |
| Introduce myself | |
| A to the mother****** k finna recognize | |
| Then i loose myself juice myself | |
| As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm | |
| Self-centered *******z'll 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, ain't this some ************t, 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 he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that | |
| M-o, n-e, but why? | |
| Cause ******* 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 ****** with a pimp doe | |
| Get involved in the backseat | |
| Let's 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 mother******* might be broke and ************t | |
| 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 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 outta me gotta be | |
| Right, that'd be the flatter me right | |
| But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a ******* ************ | |
| Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like | |
| I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat | |
| Don't be bogus and deny that | |
| I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train | |
| While she lie back, now mother******* 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 don't 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 ************ in the bed, until they sick in the head | |
| And if i ever leave whoever dead | |
| They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread | |
| Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do | |
| Then belittle in a day or two | |
| After words i'ma slay a crew | |
| Now that's some pimp type ************t that b-low and ak'll 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 |
| zuo ci : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 bm | |
| 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 tted with 31276210 | |
| Three line connection | |
| As the rest of them wanted affection | |
| Just bring the , 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 wanna snap | |
| I straight up check the hoe, really doe | |
| To the crib | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: ak47, belo | |
| Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes | |
| Three miles per hour | |
| Like we runnin up on some rivals | |
| Never to deny though, these look fly ' lo | |
| Introduce myself | |
| A to the mother k finna recognize | |
| Then i loose myself juice myself | |
| As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm | |
| Selfcentered z' ll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm | |
| Pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... | |
| Mmm, ain' t this some t, pull up in the ca | |
| Di, doublel, with ah ac, ac 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 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 with a pimp doe | |
| Get involved in the backseat | |
| Let' s have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass | |
| Smokin on that finest grass | |
| Never miss what you never had, at last | |
| Pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: tung twista | |
| Well a mother might be broke and t | |
| 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 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 outta me gotta be | |
| Right, that' d be the flatter me right | |
| But if the head the bonk c' mon suck a | |
| Members of my click, wanna see what that' d be like | |
| I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat | |
| Don' t be bogus and deny that | |
| I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train | |
| While she lie back, now mother 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 lovely while i roll another bead, suddenly | |
| She learned that i don' t 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 in the bed, until they sick in the head | |
| And if i ever leave whoever dead | |
| They ain' t trickin the feds or spittin game but it' s chicken and bread | |
| Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do | |
| Then belittle in a day or two | |
| After words i' ma slay a crew | |
| Now that' s some pimp type t that blow and ak' ll 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 pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well... | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 bm | |
| 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 tted with 31276210 | |
| Three line connection | |
| As the rest of them wanted affection | |
| Just bring the , 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 wanna snap | |
| I straight up check the hoe, really doe | |
| To the crib | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: ak47, belo | |
| Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes | |
| Three miles per hour | |
| Like we runnin up on some rivals | |
| Never to deny though, these look fly ' lo | |
| Introduce myself | |
| A to the mother k finna recognize | |
| Then i loose myself juice myself | |
| As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm | |
| Selfcentered z' ll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm | |
| Pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... | |
| Mmm, ain' t this some t, pull up in the ca | |
| Di, doublel, with ah ac, ac 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 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 with a pimp doe | |
| Get involved in the backseat | |
| Let' s have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass | |
| Smokin on that finest grass | |
| Never miss what you never had, at last | |
| Pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: tung twista | |
| Well a mother might be broke and t | |
| 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 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 outta me gotta be | |
| Right, that' d be the flatter me right | |
| But if the head the bonk c' mon suck a | |
| Members of my click, wanna see what that' d be like | |
| I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat | |
| Don' t be bogus and deny that | |
| I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train | |
| While she lie back, now mother 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 lovely while i roll another bead, suddenly | |
| She learned that i don' t 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 in the bed, until they sick in the head | |
| And if i ever leave whoever dead | |
| They ain' t trickin the feds or spittin game but it' s chicken and bread | |
| Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do | |
| Then belittle in a day or two | |
| After words i' ma slay a crew | |
| Now that' s some pimp type t that blow and ak' ll 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 pi, mp, ology, but logically | |
| Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well... | |
| Chorus |
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