Mr. Lee - Still Po Pimpin' lyrics

[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] Ain't trippin got to split up the front Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin) Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin The corner of the party where the n***as stay bumpin This is 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 wa**up Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car Pulled over to the car So I, asked Proceeds, to pa** the B's, no b**h Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X) Do you wanna run 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] Well 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 Dobbe hat Now my nature is to ball like a democrat In the club with hoes, and I suppose That I've been chose, the n***a with the hoodrat Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat You call her what you want or even all that I been taught by the best, so put it to rest And I confess, I'm here just to ball black Gettin paid in the game bend a row 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 AC, windows down, with the top back From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that? Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend Nickle dime ? fiend don't approach me If you do, we could have s**, in the Caddy or Lex But keep on the low-key Chorus [Bridge: Twista] Well a motherf**er 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 and like a picture take a toke Take a stroll through the hood It's some haters but it's still all good Roll up another backwood, 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 Shotry what's the lead? [Twista] I done seen your s**y walk on the Pharcyde So don't be "Pa**in' Me By" I'm a n***a with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees We could be some freaks and both of our a** could be high Fiends drip, ours is full of octane With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road Devine words form the pimp scroll Get the b**h if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision Picture how I'm mackin cold women Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin' Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X) Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh Chorus [Johnny P] Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh! Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..