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that's my car - do or die lyrics

(verse 1, ak)
just, bailin’ outta the bed
crossed up with some ho with some nice head
feelin’ exhausted from the slow s-x
still sippin’ on the last night’s moet
i’m bout to get dressed
so i pull out the prada with the gucci fit
might as well pull out two fit
at the burger workin’ too thick
lookin’ too sl!ck, about to jump off wit’ two chicks
on the way to the strip to bump off a new b-tch
got the digits, hit the hydro too quick, skeet
me and lil’ or whatever in the hood when we campaign
flamin’ mary, bumpin’ champagne, later on get a lil’ brain
if the head right, i’m in the cadillac every night
tinted windows, like air-tight
and it seem like… ch-oh-ch-ahhhh
rich n-ggas, in the bread… ohh-ahhhhh
bumpin’ ho’s and the woodgrain
i make ’em say “who dat?” (who dat? who dat?)
the colored n-gga from the chi, whoever knew that?
a black n’ mild with some hennessy, wit’ two sacks
n-gga true dat…

(hook, johnny p)
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! thats my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! that’s my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

(verse 2, belo)
well i gotta pimp, like automatically
cuz i kinda like a b-tch, on the canopy
baby mama lookin’ very mad at me
but i choked her with the d-ck, like magically
and drastically, got a car full of ho’s in my escalade
six t.v.’s in my escalade, twenty inch rims on my escalade
thanks to babe, you n-ggas say “ugh, ain’t this some shhhh…?”
dressed in black, lou dob hat, spells c-a-d-i, cadillac
bumpin’ a-c with the ho’s in the back
used to be the clique, see two matter fact
and “pimpology” keep the women in tact
gettin’ paper when i’m watchin’ the mac
bet a hundred dollars, did i do that?
n-ggas pay a ho, puttin’ flaws in the game
and n-ggas say belo put a pause to your name?
i’m a bad pimp, beat a ho with a flame
n-ggas ain’t changed, y’all know the game
i could meditate while a girl gimme brain
dodgin’ the pump when i’m switchin’ the lane
“money ain’t a thang”, chicks ain’t a thang
chrys’ ain’t a thang, hoggin’ the lane

(hook, johnny p)
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! thats my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! that’s my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

(verse 3, n.a.r.d.s)
yo, when you don’t grow up in this game
ain’t know about your walk
or how many chicks ya got
or who could ride a colder slab
cause we “still po pimpin'”
puttin’ it down wit’ the oldest macks
see i was told the fact that
good game check all game
and y’all could be messin’ wit these broads and thangs
have a n-gga bein’ crip, gettin’ all at’cha thangs
be stepped up, but how yall gonna explain?
and uhh… h-ll nah she can’t come for my dough
but why she gon’ fight other chicks, i don’t know
some of ’em move befo’ they p-ss through the floor
see i could go p-ss for a chick to the dope
and uhh….

(johnny p, singing)
see we don’t love these ho’s
and we don’t trust these ho’s
gotta stay above these ho’s
all i know, we just f-ck these hooo’s

(verse 3, continued)
that’s what a old pimp told me
never love a chick that be runnin’ the streets
never love a chick that be gone for weeks
never love a chick that be offerin’ your peep’s
if she gon’ creep, then gon’ let her creep
if she gon’ cheat, then gon’ let her cheat
if she gon’ freak, then gon’ let her freak
if a ho don’t work, then a ho don’t eat

(hook, johnny p)
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! thats my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my car! that’s my car!
and we be ridin’ lacs
little kids be like…
that’s my caaar, that’s my caaar

(johnny p, singing)
every time i hit the spot
all the honey’s think i’m hot
you know the twenty’s don’t stop
every time i’m ‘finna plot
i say w-ssup and blow
cause all the shorty’s know
it’s mista….
whhhhoooooooaaaaaaaa

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