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Do Or Die

Church

 

Church

(album: D.O.D. - 2005)


[Johnny P: through-out talking]
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on

[Intro:]
Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song
From the P-Funk era
This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P
Now, what we gonna do right here
Is let'cha just wave ya hands like this shit
On the radio station, this most requested
Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch!

[Verse 1: AK]
Fresh up out the motherfucking cut, who dat?
Dropping and popping that gangsta shit with my nigga, true dat!
Sipping and tipping off the Grey Goose and the gallon of Gin
While I'm smoking somethin, faded, with' my blueberry Benz
Flick the weed with' my middle finger, off in the wind
Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party starting at ten
Now do these ho's wanna fuck? That's what I'm really asking
Skip to my nigga with' my semi-semi blasting

[DJ Quik: talking]
Hold up AK, I done seen ya boy Kel on the cover of that XXL magazine
Ya hear me, and it look like him and Snoop Dogg been havin'
Dress code dress rehearsals, and talking bout that tie with them pin-stripes
Maan!

[Verse 1: continued]
Blasting the semi in a orderly fashion
Orderly stash, so the people try to come and harrass
And now it's one to the motherfucking two, to the three
See me floating through the streets, Chi-Town or Long Beach

[Hook]
[JP:] You ain't never heard no pimps like this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a
Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] You ain't never seen no pimps like this
[AK:]
You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp
Then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Never seen twenty's spin like this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm
A pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Do you know we be the first true pimps?
[AK:]
You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then
I'm a piiimp!

[Verse 2: Belo]
I've been noticing that niggas been quoting
Quoting me bogusly
Bogusly try to bump me off so no-one even notice me
Vocally, I've been pimpin and sayin shit so importantly
Rappers around the world should think of a plaque or throw to me
Cadillac, I'm the bolder-ly, binning and grinning slow-ely
Nine, packing fo' sho-ely, ho, check out my poetry!
My izzle's so dizzle, rizzle, for shizzle my nizzle
Pizzle, tha lizzle, if you feel me say Chuuuch!
Now I'm about to get this bad bitch, and dinner her up
Take her ass straight to the tele, and uhh, dent her rump
I'm a knock that stuffing and muffing up off that pussy
Put that ass straight to sleep, and don't deny it cause my pimping is deep
I know some playa's that be claiming the streets
Like a nigga playing hard when his posse is deep
Go on head, walk it off with the flock of the sheep
Cause I'm a motherfucking, P-I, M-P, Chuch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: N.A.R.D.]
My Cadillac spinning, and wheels gotten' 'em grinning
And stepped out in my gators, with' collar'ed shirt and some Timberlands
Aww they go hurr again, from back on the block
I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop
Ya see my mama always said to stay away when it's hot
Cause now here's gone, the day when they wanting your spot
You ready or not? The less ordered, the better the rock
I need more fuck for Quik to get my Chevy to ride
So to my people's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this?
Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this!
Throw 'yo hands high, light about a pound of dro
Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a blow
We sipping the Remy and Henny and a bottle of Mo'
Gathering all the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door
Because it ain't no telling what we gon' do
Because we might do whatever pimps want to

[Hook]

[Johnny P: to fade]
Do you know we be the first true pimps?
Do you know we be the first true pimps?

done

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