Do you wanna ride

In the backseat of a Caddy?

Chop it up with Do or Die

It was seven double-oh P.M

Fly low to them hoes in the B-M

Sipping Seagram, chewing on a weed stem

Touching on my fo' fif

Move it to the back so I can see who beeping 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 ho

And the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap

I straight up check the ho, really doe

To the crib

Seven deuce five, I ride the point to spot the live hoes

Three miles per hour

Like we running up on some rivals

Never to deny though, these bitches look fly, 'Lo

Introduce myself

A-to-the-motherfucking-K, better recognize

Then I loose myself, juice myself

As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and um

Self-centered niggas'll take two pulls cause they thinking about self and um

P-I, M-P, -ology, but logically

We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the C-A

D-I, double-L, pumping A-C, A see 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 nigga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes

Fresh jewels, Girbaud, flexing one five oh

Chop up that paper, ho, chop up that paper, ho

Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow

To the tempo, instrumental

Real simple when you fucking with a pimp, doe

Get involved in the backseat

That's how it be in the Cad when you messing with them young lads

Smoking on that finest grass

Never miss what you never had, at last

P-I, M-P, -ology, but logically

We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Well, a motherfucker might be broke and shit

And then collecting no dough from tips

But I be spitting mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips

To get them hoes with the open lips and the provoking hips

And never gotta tell her many lies

I been looking 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 anatomy gotta be right

That'd be to flatter me, right

But if the head the bomb, c'mon, suck a nigga dick

Members of my clique wanna see what that'd be like

I know you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a hi-hat

Don't be bogus and deny that

I done got a ho to let my fellas run a train

While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?

Where your ride at?

On the passenger side of your ho

Trying to come up on another G

The broad all up under me, trying to smother me

Looking lovely while I roll another B, suddenly

She learned that I don't deal with emotions

But when we in the room, she rubbing me with lotion

Coming like an ocean, coasting, have her sick

Thinking me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion

The word no was never said

Twista be giving women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head

And if I ever leave whoever dead

They ain't tricking the feds or spitting game, but it's chicken and bread

Kicking them legs in the air like a playa do

Then belittle in a day or two

After words I'mma slay a crew

Now that's some pimp-type shit that Belo and AK'll do

Wearing gray and blue

If a ho 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 ho to wanna freak your friends

Cause I studied P-I, M-P, -ology, but logically

Be learning these hoes biology, obviously, well