CHORUS: 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...............It was, 7 double oh P.M. Fly love to them hoes in the B-M. Sippin' Seagram, chewin' on a weed 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 shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-win. Three line conection. As the rest of them wanted affection. Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need. And plus we strapped with 2 protections. I put the phone on 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 tho. To the crib.........................Chorus.........................7 duece 5, the ride the point to spot the live hoes. 3 miles per hour. Like we runnin' up on some ri-vals. Never deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo. Introduce myself A to the muthafuckin' K finna recognize. Then I loose myself, juice myself. As you take one pull up, pass it to the left and umm. Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls cuz they thinkin' about steppin' up. P-I, M-P, ology, but logically. We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well........Mmm, aint this some shit. Pull up in the C-A, D-I, double L, bumpin' 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 a nigga 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 fuckin' with a pimp, tho. 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 learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well...................... Chorus......................Well a muthafucka might be broke and shit, and then collecting no dough from tips. But I be spitiin' mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips. To get them hoes with the open lips and the provokin' hips. And I 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 the 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 bomb, c'mon suck a nigga dick. Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like. I know you wanna try that, 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 muthafucka can you buy dat? Where you ride at? On the passenger side of your hoe, tryin' to come up on another G. The broad all up under me, tryin' to smother me. Lookin' lo-vely 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. Cumin' like an ocean coastin' have her sick, thinking. Me and Do or Die dig drinkin' love potion. The word though, was never said. Twista be givin' women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head. And if I ever leave whoeva dead. They aint trickin' the feds or spittin' game, but it's chicken and bread. Kickin' them legs in the air, like a playa do. They be little in a day or two. After words I'ma slay a crew. Now that's some pimp type shit that B-Low and AK'll do. Wearin' grey and blue. If a hoe wanna holla 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................