do you wanna ride in the backseat of a caddy? like a P.I.M.P do?
the TWISTA verse at 2:05 till the end is just.. yeah... JUST CAR MATERIAL!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rl8odeEpeWM
lyrics:
(CHORUS)
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of a Caddy
Chop it up with Do or Die
Do you wanna ride
In the backseat of a Caddy
Chop it up with Do or Die
Seven double oh P.M
Fly low to them hoes in the BM
Sipping Seagram
Chewing on a wheat stem
Touchin on my fo fin
Move it to the back so I
Can see who beepin this Po Pimp
Spring to the phone
With a slow limp
In a trip that shitted
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With 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line connection
As the rest of them
Wanted affection
Just bring the bead
We got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped
With two protections
I put the phone in the hook
Then I pause for a minute
Cause I forgot where
I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten
If the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe
Really doe, to the crib
(CHORUS)
Seven deuce five
The ride, the point
To spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour
Like we running up on some rivals
Never to deny though
These bitches look fly Lo
Introduce myself
A to the motherfucking K
Finna recognize
Then I loose myself
Juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh
Pass it to the left and umm
Self centered niggaz'll take two pulls
Cause they thinking about sampling, um
P-I-M-P ology but logically
We're learning these hoes biology
And obviously, well
Mmm, ain't this some shit
Pull up in the C-A
D-I, Double-L
With a A-C, A-C hoes
They peep those, P-I-M-P
And they think that automatically
Cause he's a pimp
He gotta be, full of that
M-O-N-E, but why
Cause nigga be sporting
Nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels Girbaud
Flexing one five oh
Chop up that paper hoe
Chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go
Caress my tip slow
To the tempo, instrumental
Real simple when you
Fucking with a pimp, doe
Get involved in the backseat
Lets have me in the cab
Betcha mess with ya young ass
Smoking on that finest grass
Never miss what
You never had at last
P-I-M-P ology but logically
We're learning these hoes biology
And obviously, well
TWISTA TEARING SHIT UP!!
Well, a motherfucker
Might be broke and shit
And then collecting
No dough from tips
But I be spittin more game
Than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the
Oprah lips and the provoking hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
I been looking in the city skies
Get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed with a
Look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex
And some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side
Your anatomy gotta be right
That'd be the flatter me, right
But if the head the bonk
Come on, suck a nigga dick
Members of my clique
Wanna see what that'd be like
I know you wanna try it out
To the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of them
My fellas want a train
While she lie back now
Motherfucker, can you buy that
Where your ride at
On the passenger side of your hoes
Trying to come up on another G
The broad all up under me
Trying to smother me
Lookin lovely while I
Roll another bead, suddenly
She learned that
I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room
She rubbing me with lotion
Coming like an ocean, coasting
Have a cig, thinking
Me and Do or Die dig
Drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be giving
Women dick in the bed
Until they sick in the head
Snd if I ever leave whoever dead
They ain'gt trickin the Feds
Or spitting game
But its chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in
The air like a playa do
Then be little in a day or two
After words I'm-a slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit
That B-Low and AK'll do
Wearing gray and blue
If a hoe wanna holler
Then you a playa
If you hit them ends
And get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get
The same hoe to
Wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied
P-I-M-P ology but logically
Be learning these hoes biology
Obviously, well
"THE SUPERCHARGED, NITRO LYRICS OF TWISTA END"
Oh, ride
Do you wanna ride with me
Come on, ride with me, baby
Ride with me before I die