[{"id":20029186,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":243.826944,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n(Johnny P)\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n(AK-47)\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n(Belo)\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n(?)\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n(Twista)\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n(Johnny P)\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 243827\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n (Johnny P)\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n (AK-47)\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n (Belo)\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n (?)\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n (Twista)\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n (Johnny P)\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":20449854,"name":"Still Po Pimpin","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Headz Or Tailz","duration":250.872,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n(Johnny P)\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n(AK-47)\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n(Belo)\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n(?)\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n(Twista)\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n(Johnny P)\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Headz Or Tailz\n duration_ms: 250872\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n (Johnny P)\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n (AK-47)\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n (Belo)\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n (?)\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n (Twista)\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n (Johnny P)\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":24857704,"name":"Still Po' Pimpin","trackName":"Still Po' Pimpin","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":248.380375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po' Pimpin\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 248380\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":11743006,"name":"Still Po' Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po' Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Headz Or Tailz","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po' Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Headz Or Tailz\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":26910403,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Headz or Tails","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Headz or Tails\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":39443710,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"1998 - Headz Or Tailz","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? 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(Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":39328648,"name":"Still Po Pimpin","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Headz Or Tailz (Screwed And Ch","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Headz Or Tailz (Screwed And Ch\n duration_ms: 301640\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":17905193,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die; Johnny P.; Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die; Johnny P.; Twista\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":21038412,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die; Johnny P.; Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die; Johnny P.; Twista\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 244000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":23318222,"name":"Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Headz or Tails","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yeah), do you wanna ride with me (ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy-\n\nAin't tripping got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager going off (oh, that ain't nutting)\nMeet me at the crib 'bout two, stop fronting\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on something\nTrying to cut me up, yeah, the trick's on something\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumping\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n\nI'm looking at the do females still coming\nLooking to my left and the B's still coming\nLooking to my right and the drinks still coming\nTrying to shake the dice but the girl looking cunning\nCircling the doe where the money start running\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I asked Proceeds to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nWanna be like P-I-M-P, hoes plenty\nComing straight from the Windy\nChopping up tens and twenties, mmh\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat (that's right)\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, got it down pat\nYou can call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGetting paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an OG\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm making money in a row friend\nNickle dime? Fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\nWell, a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stacking C-notes\nStill dope, sifferent strokes, same folks\nHanging from a rope, e and do or die, just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture, take a toke\n\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, player pimping to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the lead?\n\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be passing me by\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more serving the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlipping flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walking and she peeping that my limp's cold\nSee a player po' tripping, pimping's the method\nTo running you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm macking cold women\nBending and grinning my hair spinning\nWhile we smoking on Henny, still Po Pimpin'\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\nWhoa-oh-oh\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or die, whoa-oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Headz or Tails\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Yeah), do you wanna ride with me (ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B\n Never can't you take my G's\n My-\n\n Ain't tripping got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager going off (oh, that ain't nutting)\n Meet me at the crib 'bout two, stop fronting\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on something\n Trying to cut me up, yeah, the trick's on something\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumping\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n\n I'm looking at the do females still coming\n Looking to my left and the B's still coming\n Looking to my right and the drinks still coming\n Trying to shake the dice but the girl looking cunning\n Circling the doe where the money start running\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I asked Proceeds to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Wanna be like P-I-M-P, hoes plenty\n Coming straight from the Windy\n Chopping up tens and twenties, mmh\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat (that's right)\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, got it down pat\n You can call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Getting paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an OG\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm making money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? Fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n Well, a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stacking C-notes\n Still dope, sifferent strokes, same folks\n Hanging from a rope, e and do or die, just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture, take a toke\n\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, player pimping to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the lead?\n\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be passing me by\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more serving the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flipping flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walking and she peeping that my limp's cold\n See a player po' tripping, pimping's the method\n To running you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm macking cold women\n Bending and grinning my hair spinning\n While we smoking on Henny, still Po Pimpin'\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n Whoa-oh-oh\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or die, whoa-oh\n"},{"id":31670303,"name":"Still Po Pimpin","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Top 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Top 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs\n duration_ms: 244000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":20537884,"name":"Still Po Pimpin`","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin`","artistName":"Do Or Die","albumName":"Chapter 323. March Madness","duration":254.484898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n(Johnny P)\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n(AK-47)\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n(Belo)\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n(?)\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n(Twista)\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n(Johnny P)\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin`\n artist: Do Or Die\n album: Chapter 323. March Madness\n duration_ms: 254485\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n (Johnny P)\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n (AK-47)\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n (Belo)\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n (?)\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n (Twista)\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n (Johnny P)\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":12104071,"name":"Still Po Pimpin","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n(Johnny P)\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n(AK-47)\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n(Belo)\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n(?)\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n(Twista)\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n(Johnny P)\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 238000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (feat. Johnny P & Twista)\n\n (Johnny P)\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n (AK-47)\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n (Belo)\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n (?)\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n (Twista)\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n (Johnny P)\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":37512117,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Baldur's Gate 3 (Original Game Soundtrack)\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":38208319,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Music by the Sea","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy (Ooh)\nAin't trippin' got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\nTryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\nThe corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\nLookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\nLookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\nTryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\nCirclin' the do' where the money start runnin'\nTook a pause, hey y'all whats up\nHead hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin' paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin' money in a row friend\nNickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna ride with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the deal?\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDivine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin',\nPeepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin' cold women\nBendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\nWhile we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nDo you wanna rock with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\nWhoa ooh!\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or Die, whoa oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Music by the Sea\n duration_ms: 244000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n My (Ooh)\n Ain't trippin' got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin' off (oh, that ain't nothin')\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin'\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin'\n Tryin' to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin'\n The corner of the party where the niggas stay bumpin'\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin' at the do' females still comin'\n Lookin' to my left and the B's still comin'\n Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'\n Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'\n Circlin' the do' where the money start runnin'\n Took a pause, hey y'all whats up\n Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes, plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin' paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin' money in a row friend\n Nickle dime if no fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna ride with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P, well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks, hangin' from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin' to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the deal?\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"Passin' Me By\"\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin' the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin' flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Divine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin',\n Peepin' the Mediterranean try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin' cold women\n Bendin' and grinnin my hair spinnin'\n While we smokin' on Henny, still po pimpin'\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Do you wanna rock with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n Whoa ooh!\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or Die, whoa oh\n"},{"id":4767908,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do Or Die feat. Johnny P & Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nTo runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nWhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do Or Die feat. Johnny P & Twista\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":30258926,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die feat. Johnny P. & Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tails","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nTo runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nWhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die feat. Johnny P. & Twista\n album: Headz or Tails\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":24728188,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die feat. Johnny P. & Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":248.072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nTo runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nWhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die feat. Johnny P. & Twista\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 248072\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":10218515,"name":"Still Po Pimpin'","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin'","artistName":"Do or Die feat․ Johnny P & Twista","albumName":"Headz or Tailz","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Johnny P]\nDo you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\nNever can't you take my G's\nMyyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n[AK-47]\nAin't trippin got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\nMeet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\nTryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\nI'm lookin at the do' females still comin\nLookin to my left and the B's still comin\nLookin to my right and the drinks still comin\nTryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\nCirclin the do' where the money start runnin\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nChorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's?\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n[Belo]\nWanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\nComin straight from the Windy\nChoppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nthat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\nYou call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGettin paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm makin money in a row friend\nNickle dime? fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nChorus\n\n[?]\nWell a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\nDifferent strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\nMe and Do or Die just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture take a toke\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShotry what's the lead?\n\n[Twista]\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nso don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nwith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\nIt's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\nSee a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\nto runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm mackin cold women\nBendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\nwhile we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\nBreakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\nOooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\nChorus\n\n[Johnny P]\nWooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\nDo you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\nDo or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin'\n artist: Do or Die feat․ Johnny P & Twista\n album: Headz or Tailz\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Johnny P]\n Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)\n Never can't you take my G's\n Myyyyyyyy. (ooooooh)\n\n [AK-47]\n Ain't trippin got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)\n Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin\n Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n I'm lookin at the do' females still comin\n Lookin to my left and the B's still comin\n Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin\n Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin\n Circlin the do' where the money start runnin\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's?\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n [Belo]\n Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty\n Comin straight from the Windy\n Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n that I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat\n You call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Gettin paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Chorus\n\n [?]\n Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope\n Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope\n Me and Do or Die just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture take a toke\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shotry what's the lead?\n\n [Twista]\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n so don't be \"; Passin' Me By\";\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n with pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold\n See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method\n to runnin you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm mackin cold women\n Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin\n while we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'\n\n Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs\n Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh\n\n Chorus\n\n [Johnny P]\n Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!\n Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP\n Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh.\n"},{"id":30243797,"name":"Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P","trackName":"Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P","artistName":"Do or Die","albumName":"Headz or Tails Proper","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yeah), do you wanna ride with me (ooh)\nDo you wanna smoke my B\nNever can't you take my G's\nMy-\n\nAin't tripping got to split up the front\nApproach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\nYour pager going off (oh, that ain't nutting)\nMeet me at the crib 'bout two, stop fronting\nBlow to the bone as I clicked on something\nTrying to cut me up, yeah, the trick's on something\nThe corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumping\nThis is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n\nI'm looking at the do females still coming\nLooking to my left and the B's still coming\nLooking to my right and the drinks still coming\nTrying to shake the dice but the girl looking cunning\nCircling the doe where the money start running\nTook a pause, hey y'all wassup\nHey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\nPulled over to the car\nSo I asked Proceeds to pass the B's, no bitch\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nWanna be like P-I-M-P, hoes plenty\nComing straight from the Windy\nChopping up tens and twenties, mmh\nLean back in the corner with the dob hat (that's right)\nNow my nature is to ball like a democrat\nIn the club with hoes, and I suppose\nThat I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, got it down pat\nYou can call her what you want or even all that\nI been taught by the best, so put it to rest\nAnd I confess, I'm here just to ball black\nGetting paid in the game bend a row free\nFlip a penny to a dime I'm like an OG\nGo to the mall, with all of y'all\nShow you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n\nYou can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\nAC, windows down, with the top back\nFrom a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\nI'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\nEver though I'm making money in a row friend\nNickle dime? Fiend don't approach me\nIf you do, we could have sex in the Caddy or Lex\nBut keep on the low-key\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\nWell, a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\nBut now I'm stacking C-notes\nStill dope, sifferent strokes, same folks\nHanging from a rope, e and do or die, just try to cope\nSit back and like a picture, take a toke\n\nTake a stroll through the hood\nIt's some haters but it's still all good\nRoll up another bad boy, player pimping to the groove\nIn the place to be to see who I can choose\nNow it's time for me to make a move\nShorty what's the lead?\n\nI done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\nSo don't be passing me by\nI'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\nWe could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\nFiends drip, ours is full of octane\nWith pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\nNo more serving the rock 'caine, the night-game\nFlipping flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n\nIt's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\nStick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\nDevine words form the pimp scroll\nGet the bitch if I'm walking and she peeping that my limp's cold\nSee a player po' tripping, pimping's the method\nTo running you try to play me in slow-vision\nPicture how I'm macking cold women\nBending and grinning my hair spinning\nWhile we smoking on Henny, still Po Pimpin'\n\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\nDo you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\nDo you wanna run with me?\nDo you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\nNever could you take my G's\nI'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\nWhoa-oh-oh\nDo you wanna ride with JP\nDo or die, whoa-oh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Still Po Pimpin' (Ft Johnny P\n artist: Do or Die\n album: Headz or Tails Proper\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Yeah), do you wanna ride with me (ooh)\n Do you wanna smoke my B\n Never can't you take my G's\n My-\n\n Ain't tripping got to split up the front\n Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt\n Your pager going off (oh, that ain't nutting)\n Meet me at the crib 'bout two, stop fronting\n Blow to the bone as I clicked on something\n Trying to cut me up, yeah, the trick's on something\n The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumping\n This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach\n\n I'm looking at the do females still coming\n Looking to my left and the B's still coming\n Looking to my right and the drinks still coming\n Trying to shake the dice but the girl looking cunning\n Circling the doe where the money start running\n Took a pause, hey y'all wassup\n Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car\n Pulled over to the car\n So I asked Proceeds to pass the B's, no bitch\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Wanna be like P-I-M-P, hoes plenty\n Coming straight from the Windy\n Chopping up tens and twenties, mmh\n Lean back in the corner with the dob hat (that's right)\n Now my nature is to ball like a democrat\n In the club with hoes, and I suppose\n That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat\n\n Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, got it down pat\n You can call her what you want or even all that\n I been taught by the best, so put it to rest\n And I confess, I'm here just to ball black\n Getting paid in the game bend a row free\n Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an OG\n Go to the mall, with all of y'all\n Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B\n\n You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac\n AC, windows down, with the top back\n From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex\n I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?\n Ever though I'm making money in a row friend\n Nickle dime? Fiend don't approach me\n If you do, we could have sex in the Caddy or Lex\n But keep on the low-key\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n Well, a motherfucker used to say I might be broke\n But now I'm stacking C-notes\n Still dope, sifferent strokes, same folks\n Hanging from a rope, e and do or die, just try to cope\n Sit back and like a picture, take a toke\n\n Take a stroll through the hood\n It's some haters but it's still all good\n Roll up another bad boy, player pimping to the groove\n In the place to be to see who I can choose\n Now it's time for me to make a move\n Shorty what's the lead?\n\n I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde\n So don't be passing me by\n I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees\n We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high\n Fiends drip, ours is full of octane\n With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs\n No more serving the rock 'caine, the night-game\n Flipping flows like hoes which is a drop-game\n\n It's like, aw suki suki now, lookie here\n Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road\n Devine words form the pimp scroll\n Get the bitch if I'm walking and she peeping that my limp's cold\n See a player po' tripping, pimping's the method\n To running you try to play me in slow-vision\n Picture how I'm macking cold women\n Bending and grinning my hair spinning\n While we smoking on Henny, still Po Pimpin'\n\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs (lemme hear you say)\n Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-ohh (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P (lemme hear you say)\n\n Do you wanna run with me?\n Do you wanna smoke my B's? (Lemme hear you say)\n Never could you take my G's\n I'm a Po P-I-M-P\n\n Whoa-oh-oh\n Do you wanna ride with JP\n Do or die, whoa-oh\n"}]