It was seven double oh P.M. Fly low
to them hoes in the be
Sipping Seagram, chewing
on a wheat stem
Touching on my four fin
Move it to the back so I can see
who beeping this Po Pimp
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with three,
one, two, seven, six, two, ten
Three line connection,
as the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed,
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 want to snap
I straight up check the hoe,
really doe, to the crib
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, uh,
pass it to the left and 'em
Self- centered niggaz'll take
two pulls
'Cause they thinking
about sampling 'em
P- I, M- P, ology, but logically
We're learning these hoes biology,
and obviously, well
Mm, ain't this some shit,
pull up in the see- A
D- I, Double- L, with ah A- see,
A- see 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 chop)
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
Let's 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 learning these hoes biology,
and obviously, well
Well a motherfucker might be
broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
But I be spitting mo' 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,
yo when out of me 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 click,
want to see what that'd be like
I know you want to 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 on the train
While she lie back,
now motherfucker can you bow down?
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
Looking 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
She cumming like an ocean coasting
have a ci garette thinking
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
Until they sick in the head,
and if I ever leave whoever dead
They ain't tricking the Fed
s or spitting game
But it's chicken and bread
Kicking them legs in the air like a player do
Then be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew,
now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do,
wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want to holler then you a player
if you hit them ends
And get the dividends but you a
pimp if you can get
The same hoe to want to freak
your friends
'Cause I studied P- I, M- P,
ology, but logically
Be learning these hoes biology,
obviously, well
Do Or Die 
