Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Verse 2
Dm
Em
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 3
It was seven double oh P.M. Fly low
to them hoes in the be
Touching on my four fin
who beeping this Po Pimp
G
Am
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
Am
G
one, two, seven, six, two, ten
as the rest of them wanted affection
we got the drinks you need
Am
Dm
I put the phone in the hook,
'Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten
Em
Am
I straight up check the hoe,
really doe, to the crib
Verse 4
Em
C
Em
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 5
Dm
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 6
Am
point to spot the live hoes
Am
G
F
like we running up on some rivals
these bitches look fly 'Lo
Introduce myself,
a to the motherfucking K finna recognize
Then I loose myself juice myself
F
Am
As you take one pull, uh,
pass it to the left and 'em
F
Em
Self- centered niggaz'll take
two pulls
'Cause they thinking
Am
C
Am
P- I, M- P, ology, but logically
Dm
Em
G
and obviously, well
Verse 7
Am
pull up in the see- A
F
Am
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,
Em
Am
he gotta be, full of that
Dm
Am
M- O, N- E, but why?
Am
F
chop up that paper hoe
Am
G
To the tempo, instrumental
F
Am
fucking with a pimp doe
Get involved in the backseat
Dm
Em
We learning these hoes biology,
G
Am
and obviously, well
Verse 8
F
Em
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Am
C
Em
G
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 9
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Dm
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 10
broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
F
Am
But I be spitting mo' game than
To get them hoes with the Oprah lips
And never gotta tell her many lies
get up in the kitty's thighs
'Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence,
good sex
Peanut butter complex
Dm
Am
Pity cries on my strategy side,
yo when out of me gotta be
Am
F
But if the head the bonk come
on suck a nigga dick
want to see what that'd be like
I done got a hold of them my
fellas on the train
Where your ride at? On the passenger
side of your hoes
Trying to come up on another G
Looking lovely while I roll another bead,
suddenly
rubbing me with lotion
A
Am
She cumming like an ocean coasting
Am
G
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
and if I ever leave whoever dead
Em
Am
They ain't tricking the Fed
Em
G
s or spitting game
But it's chicken and bread
Am
C
Kicking them legs in the air like a player do
After words I'm slay a crew,
Am
G
That be Low and AK'll do,
Dm
Am
if you hit them ends
The same hoe to want to freak
your friends
'Cause I studied P- I, M- P,
ology, but logically
Be learning these hoes biology,
Am
Em
Am
obviously, well
Verse 11
F
Em
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Verse 12
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Dm
Am
G
Am
F
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 13
ride with me
Baby come and ride with me
F
Am
Baby come and ride with me,
Em
C
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