Still Po Pimpin'

by Twista

on Still Po' Pimpin' (1998)

[Featuring Johnny P]
(Johnny P)
Yeah do you want to ride with me
Ooh ooh
Never can't you take my deal ooh...
I bet you would have lit 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 and the click'em some
Caddy gotta be out there tricks on somethin'
The corner of the party where the niggas straight bumpin'
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I'm lookin' at the dope females still comin'
Lookin' to my left and the beats still comin'
Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'
Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'
Shot for the door
Where the money start runnin'
To a pause, he ya'll wassup a hey hummin' to the double I proceed to
As I proceeded to the car pulled over to the car
So I asked to proceeds to pass the pees
Low cash.
Chorus (Johnny P) x4
Do you want to ride with me
Do you want to smoke my weed
never used to take my G
I'm a Po P-I-M-P
want to be like P-I-M-P hoes plenty
Comin' straight from the windy
Choppin' up tens and twenty's huh
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my religion is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes (??) the nigga with a hood rat
Gotta dump hat
You call her what you want even all that
I been taught by the best
So put it to rest
And I confess
I may be just a ball black
Gettin' paid in the game and you won't friend
Flippin' pennies to a thug
I'm like an O-G
Go to the mall
With all of ya'll
Show you some cash, now
Tell me what you want to be
Get around in the smoke in a cadillac
AC, windows down will you top that
From a Caddy to Lex the Rolex
I'm a put in a roll
Tell me could you top that
Ever though I'm makin' money and a wring friend
Nigga die morphine on the pro-scene
If you do, we could have sex
In the Caddy or Lex
But keep on the low, key
Chorus x4
Will a motherfucker just say I might be broke
But now I'm stackin' see-note, steal dope
Different strokes, same folks
Hangin' from a rope
Me and Do or Die
Just try to cope
Sit back I'm a take a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
Some hatas but it's still all good
Roll up another bad boy
Playa pimpin' to the groove
And the pistol be the single rockin' shoes
Now it's time for me to make a move
Shotry what's the lead
I'd a seen a sexy walk on the far side
So don't be passin' me by
I'm a nigga with peas
And I an't stingy with trees
We could be some freeks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, sell us with the octane
With pimp status as a hot name
We don't gotta pop thangs
No more servin' the white cane
Cause I came pimpin flow like hoes which is a glock game
It's like, aww sicky sickyny
Looky here sicky phrase while I trace on my old road
To find words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my lips cold
See a playa go trippin'
People (??) try to play because slow vision
Picture how I'm mackin' cold women
View the grin my hair spinnin'
While we smokin' on henness
Still Po Pimpin'
Chorus number two x2
Doo you want to ride
Slip slide in your thighs
Oh, oh, oh-o
Chorus number one x2
Do you want to ride with JP
Do or Die
Woooh...-until fade

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