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Lyric Still Po Pimpin


[Featuring Johnny P]
(Johnny P)
yeah do you wanna ride with me
Ooh ooh
Never can t you take my deal ooh...
I bet you would have lit while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin off (oh that ain t nuttin )
Meet me at the crib bout 2 stop frontin
Blow to the bone and the click em some
Caddy gotta be out there tricks on somethin
The corner of the party where the niggas straight bumpin
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I m lookin at the dope females still comin
Lookin to my left and the beats still comin
Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
Shot for the door
Where the money start runnin
To a pause, he ya ll wassup a hey hummin to the double I proceed to
As I proceeded to the car pulled over to the car
So I asked to proceeds to pass the pees
low cash.
Chorus (Johnny P) x4
Do you wanna ride with me
Do you wanna smoke my weed
never used to take my G
I m a Po P-I-M-P
Wanna be like P-I-M-P hoes plenty
Comin straight from the windy
Choppin up tens and twenty s huh
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my religion is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes (??) the nigga with a hood rat
Mmm,mmm,mmm,mm
Gotta dump hat
You call her what you want even all that
I been taught by the best
So put it to rest
And I confess
I may be just a ball black
Gettin paid in the game and you won t friend
Flippin pennies to a thug
I m like an O-G
Go to the mall
With all of ya ll
Show you some cash, now
Tell me what you wanna be
Get around in the smoke in a cadillac
AC, windows down will you top that
From a Caddy to Lex the Rolex
I m a put in a roll
Tell me could you top that
Ever though I m makin money and a wring friend
Nigga die morphine on the pro-scene
If you do, we could have sex
In the Caddy or Lex
But keep on the low, key
Chorus x4
Will a motherfucker just say I might be broke
But now I m stackin C-note, steal dope
Different strokes, same folks
Hangin from a rope
Me and Do or Die
Just try to cope
Sit back I m a take a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
Some hatas but it s still all good
Roll up another bad boy
Playa pimpin to the groove
And the pistol be the single rockin shoes
Now it s time for me to make a move
Shotry what s the lead
(Twista)
I d a seen a sexy walk on the far side
So don t be passin me by
I m a nigga with peas
And I an t stingy with trees
We could be some freeks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, sell us with the octane
With pimp status as a hot name
We don t gotta pop thangs
No more servin the white cane
Cause I came pimpin flow like hoes which is a glock game
It s like, aww sicky sickyny
Looky here sicky phrase while I trace on my old road
To find words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I m walkin and she peepin that my lips cold
See a playa go trippin
People (??) try to play because slow vision
Picture how I m mackin cold women
View the grin my hair spinnin
While we smokin on henness
Still Po Pimpin
Chorus #2 x2
Doo you wanna ride
slip slide in your thighs
Oh, oh, oh-o
Chorus #1 x2
Wooooh
Do you wanna ride with JP
Do or Die
Woooh...-until fade
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