Twista - Po Pimp (feat. Do Or Die) Lyrics
Chorus: Johnny PDo you wanna riiide?In the backseat, of a CaddyChop it up, with Do or DieDo you wanna riiide?In the backseat, of a CaddyChop it up, with Do or DieVerse One: BeloSeven double oh P.M.Fly low to them hoes in the B-MSippin Seagram, chewin on a weed stemTouchin on my fo' finMove it to the back so I can see who beepin this Po PimpSpring to the phone with a slow limpIn a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10Three line connectionAs the rest of them wanted affectionJust bring the weed, we got the drinks you needAnd plus we strapped with two protectionsI put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minuteCause I forgot where I met the hoeAnd the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snapI straight up check the hoe, really doeTo the cribChorusVerse Two: AK-47, BeloSeven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoesThree miles per hourLike we runnin up on some ri-valsNever to deny though, these *****es look fly 'LoIntroduce myselfA to the mother*****in K finna recognizeThen I loose myself juice myselfAs you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and ummSelf-centered niggaz'll take two pullscuz they thinkin about samplin ummP-I, M-P, ology, but logicallyWe learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the C-AD-I, Double-L, with ah A-C, A-C hoesThey peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automaticallyCause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of thatM-O, N-E, but why?Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothesFresh jewels Girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)Chop up that paper hoe, chop up t
