Still Po Pimpin'

[Johnny P]

Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)

Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)

Never can't you take my G's

Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)

[AK-47]

I ain't trippin got the split up the front

Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt

Your pager goin off? (awe, that ain't nuthin)

Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin

Blow even though that the clique's on somethin

Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin

The corner of the parlor with them niggas they bumming

Reachin for the gin and the Hen in my stomach

I'm lookin at the do' females still comin

Lookin to my left and the B's still comin

Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin

Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin

Circlin the do' where the money start runnin

Took a pause, hey y'all wassup

Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car

Pulled over to the car

So I, ashed Proceeds, to pass the B's, low cash

Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)

Do you wanna ride with me?

Do you wanna smoke my B's?

Never could you take my G's

I'm a Po P-I-M-P

[Belo]

What it be like?

P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty

Comin straight from the Windy

Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!

Lean back in the corner with the Dobb hat

Nominated just to ball like a Democrat

In the cut with hoes, and I suppose

That I've been chose, to mingle with the hoodrats

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down packed

You call it what you want I'm keepin all that

I been taught by the best, so put it to rest

And I confess, I'm living just to ball black

Gettin paid in the game made me roam free

Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G

Go to the mall, with all of y'all

Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B

You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac

A/C, windows down, with the top back

From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex

I'm a put it in a roll, tell me could you top that?

Ever though I'm making money you the wrong freak

Nickel dime or a twenty don't approach me

If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or a Lex

But keep on the low-key

Chorus

[Bridge: Twista]

Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke

But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope

Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope

Me and Do or Die just try to cope

Sit back I might come let ya take a toke

Take a stroll through the hood

It's some haters but it's still all good

Roll up another blackwood, playa pimpin to the groove

In the place to be to see who I can choose

Now it's time for me to make a move

Shawty what's the deal?

[Twista]

I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde

So don't be "Passin' Me By"

I'm a nigga with P's and I ain't stingy with the trees

We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high

Fe's drips at us full of octane

With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs

They was serving the rock 'caine, then I came

Flippin flows like hoes when Twista drop game

It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here

Sing a phrase while I trace on my hog road

Devine words form the pimp scroll

Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold

See a playa po' trippin, deep as the Mediterranean

Trying to play me in slow-vision

Picture how I'm mackin cold women

Bendin and grinnin my head spinnin

While we smokin on hemp, we still po' pimpin'

Refrain: Johnny P (repeat 2X)

Do you wanna ride, slip inside of your thighs

Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh

Chorus

[Johnny P]

Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!

Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP

Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..