1) Do or Die is an American rap trio originally from Chicago, Illinois. The group experienced mainstream success with the single "Po Pimp", a collaboration with fellow Chicago rapper, Twista, off the album Picture This, that peaked at #22 on the Billboard Hot 100. Group members are Belo Zero, N.A.R.D. (Niggas Ain't Ready to Die) and AK-47. Belo Zero was a late addition to the group w/ Psycho Drama member Young Buk being an original member. Young Buk never recorded any material w/ the group and Belo Zero was later added to the roster. The trio has sold more than 3 million albums. Alongside Crucial Conflict, another Chicago group with a similar vocal and lyrical style, they helped launch the city's first national hip hop movement.
2) Do Or Die is a Belgian Metal band. They have always been a live band. Formed in 1999 and led by their founder/singer Chris, DO OR DIE always felt comfortable on stage, no matter if it was at the big European festivals, opening for bands such as Hatebreed, Agnostic Front, ProPain and Biohazard or in front of 100 kids in a club, they always put out the same energy as if it was their first show. After the first 7 inch EP "Tears of Rage" (500 copies sold in less than a month) got released, they immediately started playing shows non-stop all over Benelux and France. Their first full length "Heart Full of Pain" came out in 2001 on I Scream Records. More shows/tours followed and they also recorded their second record, "The Meaning of Honor", in the same year, which was released in early 2002.
DO OR DIE then faced a tough period in their career. Half of the band decided to quit in 2003 because of a conflict between their personal lives and the exhausting touring attached to being in DO OR DIE. 2004 saw them return with a new line-up and the loudest comeback imaginable, when they played Pressure Fest, Graspop and Fury Fest on the same weekend. "Tradition" got recorded around that time too and was released in 2005, marking their first effort for Alveran Records and the start of their cooperation with M.A.D. Tourbooking, both of which opened the doors to Germany for the band. One of the guitarists left the band in the same year, but the rest of DO OR DIE, already familiar with throwbacks, were not willing to put it down and continued promoting "Tradition" across Germany, Holland, Poland, Sweden, and well known festivals like the Dour Fest, Pressure Fest, With Full Force and even the Superbowl of Hardcore in New York while at the same time writing songs for a new record.
Come 2008, the new album is all wrapped up, carries the title "Pray for Them" and is scheduled for a release on May 23rd. This record marks a new start for the band with a new face and new strength but still holding on to the roots of the previous releases. Do Or Die are back and determined to take back the crown of European Hardcore - 2008 will see the band touring non-stop with "Pray For Them" in their luggage set to destroy every stage they will enter.
3) Do Or Die is a bay area g-rap group from San Francisco, CA.
4) Do Or Die were a christian pop-punk band from North Shore, Auckland NZ. They played numerous shows and won a competition to record and release a single, however it was never fully completed and instead only a test pressing was released. They had a very short-lived career, lasting only a year or two. Members moved on to play in Scenic Drive, Bright Lights, xSunday Schoolx and Alaska.
Po Pimp featuring Tung Twista
Do Or Die Lyrics
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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
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
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 Β© Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Samuel Lindley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@gabrielbailey9067
Do or die: Po pimpin
Do or die: Still po pimpin
Do or die: Do you wanna ride
Do or die: Just ballin
Do or die: Playa Like Me And You
Twista: Front porch
Twista: Emotions
All these songs still knock in 2014, blaze one ya beesh XD
@EldnahEbut
These dudes never got the credit they deserved. Timeless!!! R.I.P. JP! βπΎπ―ππ½
@russellheath2423
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@lethalong1332
@@russellheath2423 rest in peace the goat ππποΈπβ€οΈ
@darraldlove699
That's the honest truth they was definitely killing the game back then that do or die back like we never left album top everything when people thought it was over 1000
@patrickkittler5596
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@robertbrown4335
Happy Friday's vibe pimpin
@JonBlaze1014
Where's all my late 30's / early 40's peeps who use to bump this shit back in the late 90's. Ahhh the good old days.
@ThatsRight1776
I'm in my mid thirties, definitely listened to this in high school.... well, and never really stopped listening haha.
@JonBlaze1014
@@ThatsRight1776 true, guess I never stopped either lol.
@mattr3183
Right here, late 30's. I'll listen to this till I'm dead