Do or Die, Johnny P - Church lyrics

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!

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 maan!

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!

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!

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?