| Ain’t trippin got to split up the front
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| Approach you with a limp while i hit on the blunt
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| Your pager goin off (oh, that ain’t nuttin)
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| Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
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| Blow to the bone as i clicked on somethin
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| Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick’s on somethin
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| The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
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| This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
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| I’m lookin at the do’females still comin
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| Lookin to my left and the b’s still comin
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| Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
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| Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
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| Circlin the do’where the money start runnin
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| Took a pause, hey y’all wassup
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| Hey hummers in the double-r, is it a double car
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| Pulled over to the car
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| So i, asked proceeds, to pass the b’s, no bitch
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| Chorus: johnny p (repeat 4x)
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| Do you wanna run with me?
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| Do you wanna smoke my b’s?
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| Never could you take my g’s
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| I’m a po p-i-m-p
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| Wanna be like p-i, m-p, hoes — plenty
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| Comin straight from the windy
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| Choppin up tens and twenties, mmmm!
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| Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
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| Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
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| In the club with hoes, and i suppose
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| That i’ve been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm — got it down pat
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| You call her what you want or even all that
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| I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
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| And i confess, i’m here just to ball black
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| Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
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| Flip a penny to a dime i’m like an o-g
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| Go to the mall, with all of y’all
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| Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want b You can ride or just smoke in the cadillac
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| Ac, windows down, with the top back
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| From a caddy to lex’to rolex
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| I’m a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?
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| Ever though i’m makin money in a row friend
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| Nickle dime? |
| fiend don’t approach me If you do, we could have sex, in the caddy or lex
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| But keep on the low-key
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| Well a motherfucker used to say i might be broke
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| But now i’m stackin c-notes, still dope
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| Different strokes, same folks; |
| hangin from a rope
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| Me and do or die just try to cope
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| Sit back and like a picture take a toke
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| Take a stroll through the hood
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| It’s some haters but it’s still all good
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| Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
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| In the place to be to see who i can choose
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| Now it’s time for me to make a move
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| Shotry what’s the lead?
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| I done seen your sexy walk on the pharcyde
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| So don’t be «passin'me by»
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| I’m a nigga with peas and i ain’t stingy with the trees
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| We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
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| Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
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| With pimp status and a hot name, we don’t gotta pop thangs
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| No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game
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| Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
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| It’s like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
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| Stick a phrase while i trades on my hog road
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| Devine words form the pimp scroll
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| Get the bitch if i’m walkin and she peepin that my limp’s cold
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| See a playa po’trippin, pimpin’s the method
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| To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
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| Picture how i’m mackin cold women
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| Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
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| While we smokin on henny, still po pimpin'
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| Breakdown: johnny p (repeat 2x)
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| Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
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| Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh
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| Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
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| Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with jp Do or die, whoahhhh-oahhhh. |