*featuring Twista, Johnny P
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[Johnny P]
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Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)
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Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)
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Never can't you take my G's
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Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)
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[AK-47]
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Ain't trippin got to split up the front
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Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt
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Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)
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Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
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Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin
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Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin
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The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
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This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
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I'm lookin at the do' females still comin
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Lookin to my left and the B's still comin
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Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
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Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
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Circlin the do' where the money start runnin
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Took a pause, hey y'all wassup
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Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car
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Pulled over to the car
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So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch
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[Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)]
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Do you wanna run with me?
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Do you wanna smoke my B's?
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Never could you take my G's
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I'm a Po P-I-M-P
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[Belo]
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Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty
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Comin straight from the Windy
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Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!
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Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
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Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
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In the club with hoes, and I suppose
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That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
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Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat
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You call her what you want or even all that
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I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
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And I confess, I'm here just to ball black
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Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
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Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G
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Go to the mall, with all of y'all
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Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B
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You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac
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AC, windows down, with the top back
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From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex
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I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?
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Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend
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Nickle dime ? fiend don't approach me
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If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex
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But keep on the low-key
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[Chorus]
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[??]
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Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke
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But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope
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Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope
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Me and Do or Die just try to cope
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Sit back and like a picture take a toke
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Take a stroll through the hood
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It's some haters but it's still all good
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Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
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In the place to be to see who I can choose
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Now it's time for me to make a move
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Shotry what's the lead?
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[Twista]
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I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde
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So don't be "Passin' Me By"
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I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees
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We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
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Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
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With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs
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No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game
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Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
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It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
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Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road
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Devine words form the pimp scroll
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Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold
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See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method
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To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
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Picture how I'm mackin cold women
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Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
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While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'
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[Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)]
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Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
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Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh
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[Chorus]
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[Johnny P]
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Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
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Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP
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Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..
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Still Po Pimpin'
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Do Or Die |