DO OR DIE - Playa Like Me & You lyrics

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Verse one: belo<br><br>Since I'm 'lo let me flex this<br>If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this<br>Song smooth not reckless<br>Swing it high and ride from 'side to texas<br>Give the game up since I came up<br>Blew my name up, check out the rhythm<br>Make them all wanna flame up<br>Strike a match to a lighter<br>A message to a young ridah, on the sight of<br>Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat<br>Bitchin to skins, saw that<br>I can tell you where the mob at<br>At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at<br>Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back<br>Shootin back for the small scratch<br>Trey-fo' what you call that? <br>Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to pros got called<br>By the po-po, save it for the phone doe<br>Bond deville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal<br>Took a chill, but I still had to pose<br>And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone<br><br>Chorus: johnny p<br><br>Can you smoke and ride<br>With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe<br>Can you smoke and ride<br>With a playa, like me, and you<br><br>Verse two: ak-47<br><br>See uhh, laid back i'ma let the proper game at two rats<br>In the roll like two sacks<br>Dub essential when my homey came up<br>On the same drug for layin up they holla who that<br>Double check, just a couple hoes<br>Tryin to see where my head was at<br>On some problem shit<br>Wish to be up within the party shit<br>With the blunts and bacardi shit<br>With the way she was dressed she might as well<br>Had nuttin on your body bitch<br>Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get<br>Nuttin but the proper cheese<br>To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick<br>But really doe, once a man advance<br>And bend blocks smoke the last of these<br>Pimp cats done cc's<br>Heavy g's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally<br>Bags seized through darnell<br>Heavy sacks and drop-tops<br>Now look on your map and spot<br>Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three: belo<br><br>I, made my money on the dl<br>Closed shop in the pontiac we bail<br>To the mall to ball we're all pall<br>Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females<br>To the retail<br>Five double oh period double oh these suits<br>The girbaud with the boots<br>Then I scoop, up the loot<br>Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of<br>Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear<br>Spring game in her ear<br>Tell her miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear<br>Get her dizzy off the stanberg<br>Girlie had to run for months to pump up but i'ma handle her<br>Like a man, i'ma stand if I fall<br>And when I fall, then the city better make the call<br>Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes<br>I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes<br>Getty shoe fresh guess from head to toe<br>Only wearin in the do' what the playas know<br>Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me<br>Never will they pimp free, pimp costs<br>And I get lost on the slide for the ave gettin high while we ride<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[johnny p]<br>Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad'<br>Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die<br>Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah<br>Can I say it one more time<br>Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad'<br>Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die<br>Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride<br>With me baby, check it out...<br>Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride<br>C'mon girl ride ride ride ride<br>Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride<br>C'mon girl ride ride ride ride<br>Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)<br>Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)<br>With my homey belo<br>My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby<br>Check it out<br>C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby<br>Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl<br>Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go<br>Do you wanna go, yeahhh