Do or Die feat. DJ Quik & Johnny P. Church Lyrics

D.O.D. Track Listing
  • 1 Against All Odds (intro)
  • 2 Right Here
  • 3 Chain of Command
  • 4 Max Julien Interlude
  • 5 U Already Know
  • 6 Higher
  • 7 Max Julien Interlude
  • 8 Magic Chick
  • 9 Nawty
  • 10 Paid the Price
  • 11 If Only You Knew
  • 12 Holla at Your Boy
  • 13 Be Alright
  • 14 Around Here
  • 15 Wa Da Da Dang
  • 16 Getcha Weight Up
  • 17 For My Niggaz
  • 18 Max Julien Interlude
  • 19 Church
  • 20 Higher (remix)
  • (Johnny P, through-out talking)
    Pimp on, pimp on
    Pimp on, pimp on
    Pimp on, pimp on
    Pimp on, pimp on

    Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song
    From the P-Funk era
    This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P
    Now, what we gonna do right here
    Is let'cha just wave ya hands like this shit
    On the radio station, this most requested
    Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch!

    (Verse 1, AK)
    Fresh up out the motherfuckin' cut, who dat?
    Droppin' and poppin' that gangsta shit wit my nigga, true dat!
    Sippin' and tippin' off the Grey Goose and the gallon of Gin
    While I'm smokin' somethin, faded, wit' my blueberry Benz
    Flick the weed wit' my middle finger, off in the wind
    Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party startin' at ten
    Now do these ho's wanna fuck? That's what I'm really askin'
    Skip to my nigga wit' my semi-semi blastin'

    (DJ Quik, talking)
    Hold up AK, I done seen ya boy Kel on the cover of that XXL magazine
    Ya hear me, and it look like him and Snoop Dogg been havin'-
    Dress code dress rehearsals, and talkin' bout that tie with them pin-stripes

    (Verse 1, continued)
    Blastin' the semi in a orderly fashion
    Orderly stash, so the people try to come and harrass
    And now it's one to the motherfuckin' two, to the three
    See me floatin' through the streets, Chi-Town or Long Beach


    (JP) You ain't never heard no pimps like this

    (AK) If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a
    Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp!

    (JP) You ain't never seen no pimps like this

    (AK) You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp
    Then I'm a piiimp!

    (JP) Never seen twenty's spin like this

    (AK) If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm
    A pimp, then I'm a piiimp!

    (JP) Do you know we be the first true pimps?

    (AK) You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then
    I'm a piiimp!

    (Verse 2, Belo)
    I've been noticin' that niggas been quotin'
    Quotin' me bogusly
    Bogusly try to bump me off so no-one even notice me
    Vocally, I've been pimpin and sayin shit so importantly
    Rappers around the world should think of a plaque or throw to me
    Cadillac, I'm the bolder-ly, binnin' and grinnin' slow-ely
    Nine, packin' fo' sho-ely, ho, check out my poetry!
    My izzle's so dizzle, rizzle, for shizzle my nizzle
    Pizzle, tha lizzle, if you feel me say Chuuuch!
    Now I'm about to get this bad bitch, and dinner her up
    Take her ass straight to the tele, and uhh, dent her rump
    I'mma knock that stuffin' and muffin' up off that pussy
    Put that ass straight to sleep, and don't deny it cause my pimpin' is deep
    I know some playa's that be claimin' the streets
    Like a nigga playin' hard when his posse is deep
    Go on head, walk it off with the flock of the sheep
    Cause I'm a motherfuckin', P-I, M-P, Chuch!


    (Verse 3, N.A.R.D.)
    My Cadillac spinnin', and wheels gotten' 'em grinnin'
    And stepped out in my gators, wit' collar'ed shirt and some Timberlands
    Aww they go hurr again, from back on the block
    I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop
    Ya see my mama always said to stay away when it's hot
    Cause now here's gone, the day when they wantin' your spot
    You ready or not? The less ordered, the better the rock
    I need more fuck for Quik to get my Chevy to ride
    So to my people's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this?
    Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this!
    Throw 'yo hands high, light about a pound of dro
    Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a blow
    We sippin' the Remy and Henny and a bottle of Mo'
    Gatherin' all the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door
    Because it ain't no tellin' what we gon' do
    Because we might do whatever pimps want to


    (Johnny P, to fade)
    Do you know we be the first true pimps?
    Do you know we be the first true pimps?

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