Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 2
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
In the backseat, of a Caddy
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
F
Sipping Seagram, chewing
Em
on a wheat stem
Touching on my four fin
Am
Move it to the back so I can see
who beeping this Po Pimp
G
Am
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
Dm
In a trip that shitted with three,
Am
G
one, two, seven, six, two, ten
Am
Three line connection,
as the rest of them wanted affection
F
Just bring the weed,
we got the drinks you need
Em
And plus we strapped
G
with two protections
Am
Dm
I put the phone in the hook,
Am
then I pause for a minute
'Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten
Dm
if the hoes want to snap
Em
Am
I straight up check the hoe,
really doe, to the crib
Verse 4
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Em
C
Em
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 5
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Dm
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
F
Seven deuce five, the ride the
Verse 6
Am
point to spot the live hoes
F
Three miles per hour,
Am
G
F
like we running up on some rivals
Am
Never to deny though,
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
G
about sampling 'em
Am
C
Am
P- I, M- P, ology, but logically
Em
We're learning these hoes biology,
Dm
Em
G
and obviously, well
Am
Mm, ain't this some shit,
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?
F
'Cause nigga be sporting nice
Em
cars and fancy clothes
G
Fresh jewels Girbaud flexing one
Am
five oh (chop chop)
C
Chop up that paper hoe,
Am
F
chop up that paper hoe
Am
Watch where your lips go,
Dm
caress my tip slow
Am
G
To the tempo, instrumental
Am
Real simple when you
F
Am
fucking with a pimp doe
Get involved in the backseat
F
Let's have me in the cab betcha
Em
mess with ya young ass
Am
Smoking on that finest grass
C
Never miss what you never had, at last
Am
P- I, M- P, ology, but logically
Dm
Em
We learning these hoes biology,
G
Am
and obviously, well
Verse 8
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
Em
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Am
C
Em
G
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 9
Am
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Dm
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 10
Am
Well a motherfucker might be
broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
F
Am
But I be spitting mo' game than
F
a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the Oprah lips
G
and the provoking hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
Am
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
G
and some pretty eyes
Dm
Am
Pity cries on my strategy side,
yo when out of me gotta be
F
Right, that'd be the flatter me right
Am
F
But if the head the bonk come
on suck a nigga dick
Em
Members of my click,
want to see what that'd be like
Am
I know you want to try it out,
C
to the rhythm of a high hat
Am
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of them my
fellas on the train
Dm
While she lie back,
Am
now motherfucker can you bow down?
Where your ride at? On the passenger
side of your hoes
Trying to come up on another G
F
The broad all up under me
Em
trying to smother me
Looking lovely while I roll another bead,
suddenly
Am
She learned that I don't
C
deal with emotions
Am
But when we in the room she
rubbing me with lotion
A
Am
She cumming like an ocean coasting
Dm
have a ci garette thinking
Am
G
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
Am
The word that was never said
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
F
Until they sick in the head,
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
Am
Then be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew,
Dm
now that's some pimp type shit
Am
G
That be Low and AK'll do,
Am
wearing gray and blue
F
If a hoe want to holler then you a player
Dm
Am
if you hit them ends
F
And get the dividends but you a
Am
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,
Am
Em
Am
obviously, well
Verse 11
Am
Do you want to ride?
F
Em
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Am
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Verse 12
Am
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Dm
Am
G
Am
F
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Em
Do you want to
Verse 13
ride with me
Am
Come and ride with me
Baby come and ride with me
F
Am
Baby come and ride with me,
Dm
Do or Die
Em
C
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