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Do or Die - Diamenz lyrics
f/ Johnny P * send corrections to the typist [N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high) Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK) some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology (Do or Die J. P. lets ride) [N.A.R.D.] Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin (niggaz aint ready to die) Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin aww man I been on that chick since back in college see, she like them top notch with the glock cocked put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na so cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you if paper be your issue, then you be your issue but this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper, this paper make that paper so you stay away from haters [Chorus, Johnny P] we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh we ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride [AK 47] You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from nothing I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out you know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads but its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm track that feeling like a spasm tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese they off in the breeze but it aint nothing if you got that paper then say something better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off, when you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow get up to the point where the cash will flow Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go and its so cold in these windy streets when the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit [Chorus] [Belo Zero] this is my motto, pop the first bottle louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show no how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it no matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it the Rockafellers Stellers and Jones to many other people got paper but we homeless and let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite no second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me [Chorus] [N.A.R.D.] J P, J P everybody may not have a great big Cadillac gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh) some peoples may not have a car at all but they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember) we still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls never givin a dime to a broad (no no never) and we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin) we gone keep on pimpin baby (for real) untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home [Johnny P] yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean you may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy but you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hooo Cause I'm ridin in my escalade ridin ridin ridin |
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