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by Do Or Die feat Twista
# Debut Chart
15 May '96 R&B
22 Aug '96 Hot 100

Lyrics

(CHORUS) Do you wanna ride In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up with Do or Die Do you wanna ride In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up with Do or Die Seven double oh P.M Fly low to them hoes in the BM Sipping Seagram Chewing on a wheat stem Touchin on my fo fin Move it to the back so I Can see who beepin this Po Pimp Spring to the phone With a slow limp In a trip that shitted With 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As the rest of them Wanted affection Just bring the bead We got the drinks you need And plus we strapped With two protections I put the phone in the hook Then I pause for a minute Cause I forgot where I met the hoe And the feeling I've forgotten If the hoes wanna snap I straight up check the hoe Really doe, to the crib (CHORUS) Seven deuce five The ride, the point To spot the live hoes Three miles per hour Like we running up on some rivals Never to deny though These bitches look fly Lo Introduce myself A to the motherfucking K Finna recognize Then I loose myself Juice myself


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As you take one pull, uhh Pass it to the left and umm Self centered niggaz'll take two pulls Cause they thinking about sampling, um P-I-M-P ology but logically We're learning these hoes biology And obviously, well Mmm, ain't this some shit Pull up in the C-A D-I, Double-L With a A-C, A-C hoes They peep those, P-I-M-P And they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp He gotta be, full of that M-O-N-E, but why Cause nigga be sporting Nice cars and fancy clothes Fresh jewels Girbaud Flexing one five oh Chop up that paper hoe Chop up that paper hoe Watch where your lips go Caress my tip slow To the tempo, instrumental Real simple when you Fucking with a pimp, doe Get involved in the backseat Lets have me in the cab Betcha mess with ya young ass Smoking on that finest grass Never miss what You never had at last P-I-M-P ology but logically We're learning these hoes biology And obviously, well (CHORUS) Well, a motherfucker Might be broke and shit And then collecting No dough from tips But I be spittin more game Than a mouthful of poker chips To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provoking hips And never gotta tell her many lies I been looking in the city skies Get up in the kitty's thighs Cause I'm blessed with a Look of innocence, good sex Peanut butter complex And some pretty eyes Pity cries on my strategy side Your anatomy gotta be right That'd be the flatter me, right But if the head the bonk Come on, suck a nigga dick Members of my clique Wanna see what that'd be like I know you wanna try it out To the rhythm of a high hat Don't be bogus and deny that I done got a hold of them My fellas want a train While she lie back now Motherfucker, can you buy that Where your ride at On the passenger side of your hoes Trying to come up on another G The broad all up under me Trying to smother me Lookin lovely while I Roll another bead, suddenly She learned that I don't deal with emotions But when we in the room She rubbing me with lotion Coming like an ocean, coasting Have a cig, thinking Me and Do or Die dig Drinking love potion The word that was never said Twisted be giving Women dick in the bed Until they sick in the head Snd if I ever leave whoever dead They ain'gt trickin the Feds Or spitting game But its chicken and bread Kickin them legs in The air like a playa do Then be little in a day or two After words I'm-a slay a crew Now that's some pimp type shit That B-Low and AK'll do Wearing gray and blue If a hoe wanna holler Then you a playa If you hit them ends And get the dividends But you a pimp if you can get The same hoe to Wanna freak your friends Cause I studied P-I-M-P ology but logically Be learning these hoes biology Obviously, well (CHORUS) Oh, ride Do you wanna ride with me Come on, ride with me, baby Ride with me before I die

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