Po Pimp
Do Or Die Lyrics


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Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
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

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

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, 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

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

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 cigarette 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 Feds 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 you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride with me
Come and ride with me




Baby come and ride with me
Baby come and ride with me, Do or Die

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Po Pimp by Do or Die describe the lifestyle of pimps and their female companions. The lyrics invite the listener to ride in a Caddy with the group and chop it up (have a conversation) with them. The song describes the group's evening spent drinking Seagram's gin and smoking weed while cruising around looking for women. The lyrics mention a "Po Pimp" beeper, which is used for women to contact the group for sexual services.


The lyrics also highlight the lifestyle of pimps, with references to nice cars, fancy clothes, and expensive jewelry. The song depicts women as objects and commodities to be traded for sex and money. The lyrics also mention the use of protection, showing a sense of responsibility in the group's actions.


Overall, the song's lyrics glorify the pimp lifestyle and objectify women, portraying them as subservient to men's desires. The song perpetuates harmful and outdated societal norms and should be viewed critically.


Line by Line Meaning

Do you want to ride?
Do you want to come with me?


In the backseat, of a Caddy
Riding in the backseat of a Cadillac


Chop it up, with Do or Die
Let's talk and make plans together


It was seven double oh P.M. Fly low to them hoes in the be
It was early evening, driving our car slow to attract women


Sipping Seagram, chewing on a wheat stem
Drinking Seagram's and chewing on a wheat stem


Touching on my four fin
Adjusting my car's sound system


Move it to the back so I can see who beeping this Po Pimp
Move the music to the back so I can hear if someone is calling me


Spring to the phone with a slow limp
Go to the phone slowly


In a trip that shitted with three, one, two, seven, six, two, ten
Dialing a phone number, with poor reception


Three line connection, as the rest of them wanted affection
The other person wanted to talk for a long time so we kept getting disconnected


Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
The other person is bringing marijuana, and we have drinks to mix with it


And plus we strapped with two protections
We have two guns for protection


I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
I hang up the phone and take a moment to think


'Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
I can't remember where I met the woman who called


And the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes want to snap
I don't remember if the women want to take photos


I straight up check the hoe, really doe, to the crib
I invite her back to my home


Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
We drive slowly, looking for attractive women


Three miles per hour, like we running up on some rivals
We are driving very slowly


Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'Lo
We agree that the women look good


Introduce myself, a to the motherfucking K finna recognize
I introduce myself, letting them know my name


Then I loose myself juice myself
I relax and have a good time


As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and 'em
As we smoke marijuana, pass it around the group


Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls
Some people are selfish and take more than their fair share


'Cause they thinking about sampling 'em
They want to feel the effects of marijuana more


P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
Understanding how to pimp and sell yourself to women


We're learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well
We're also learning what makes women attracted to men


Mm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the see-A
It's ironic that we pulled up in a Cadillac


D-I, Double-L, with ah A-see, A-see hoes
We introduce ourselves as Do or Die, with attractive women around us


They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically
The women recognize that we are pimps, and are attracted to that lifestyle


'Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
They assume that as a pimp, I have a lot of money


M-O, N-E, but why?
Why do they think I'm rich?


'Cause nigga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes
Because I have nice cars and clothes


Fresh jewels Girbaud flexing one five oh (chop chop)
Wearing expensive jewelry, and driving a 150 Cadillac


Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Divide up the marijuana


Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
Be careful not to waste marijuana or touch it with your lips


To the tempo, instrumental
Smoking marijuana, listening to music


Real simple when you fucking with a pimp doe
It's easy to have a good time when hanging out with a pimp


Get involved in the backseat
Join us in the backseat of the car


Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Let's have sex in the car, I might enjoy it


Smoking on that finest grass
We're smoking high-quality marijuana


Never miss what you never had, at last
You can't miss something you never had, so enjoy the moment


We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well
We continue to learn about what attracts women to men


Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
Even if I am broke


And then collecting no dough from tips
I'm not making money from pimping yet


But I be spitting mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
But my skills of seduction are better than most


To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provoking hips
To attract women with attractive lips and hips


And never gotta tell her many lies
I don't need to lie to women


I been looking in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
I've been dreaming of success and sex


'Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
I have a boyish innocent look, but am good in bed


Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
I have brown skin and pretty eyes


Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when out of me gotta be
People are mean to me because of my strategy and tactics


Right, that'd be the flatter me right
People are nicer when I flatter them


But if the head the bonk come on suck a nigga dick
If I offer you sex, will you perform oral sex on me?


Members of my click, want to see what that'd be like
My friends are curious if you would actually do it


I know you want to try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
I know you're interested, in time with the music


Don't be bogus and deny that
Don't lie and say you're not interested


I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train
I've talked to my friends about you


While she lie back, now motherfucker can you bow down?
While she relaxes, would you like to perform oral sex?


Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoes
Where's your car parked? Next to the women you brought?


Trying to come up on another G
Trying to make more money


The broad all up under me trying to smother me
The woman is clinging to me too closely


Looking lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly
She looks great while we roll more marijuana


She learned that I don't deal with emotions
She learns that I'm not interested in an emotional relationship


But when we in the room she rubbing me with lotion
But in the moment, she takes care of me physically


She cumming like an ocean coasting have a cigarette thinking
She's having an orgasm, while smoking a cigarette and thinking


Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
We both enjoy drinking and romantic relationships


The word that was never said
The love that was never expressed


Twista be giving women dick in the bed
Twista is known for being good in bed


Until they sick in the head, and if I ever leave whoever dead
Until they become obsessed and crazy, and if I leave them they might harm me


They ain't tricking the Feds or spitting game
They're not trying to scam or trick law enforcement officials, or trying to impress with lies


But it's chicken and bread
It's a simple, honest lifestyle


Kicking them legs in the air like a player do
They have sex like a player would


Then be little in a day or two
Then quickly be forgotten


After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
Afterwards, I go back to pimping and closing deals


That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
My partners Low and AK do the same thing, wearing gray and blue


If a hoe want to holler then you a player if you hit them ends
If a woman is interested in you, and you profit off of her, you're considered a player


And get the dividends but you a pimp if you can get
But if you control multiple women and get large profits, you're a pimp


The same hoe to want to freak your friends
If you can convince one woman to have sex with you and your friends, you're a true pimp


'Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
I've learned how to be a pimp, logically


Be learning these hoes biology, obviously, well
I'm also learning what attracts women physically and mentally




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Samuel Lindley

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