Song | Lil Sum Sum |
Artist | Do or Die |
Album | Headz Or Tailz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : D. Smith/Samuel Lindley | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
cmon | |
I'm a professional, pimpin like rational | |
Worldwide, but it's national | |
you betta ask them hoes | |
and ask them clothes | |
who dat smokin beeds | |
talkin bout she fast to go | |
and blow like Curtis | |
double off in the lex | |
let me see if she worth it | |
gettin by so perfect | |
gettin by so perfect | |
last year I was mackin | |
we climbed but you grabbed too | |
DJ play the slow jams | |
sippin Don | |
never bro-ham | |
oh damn, smokin beeds | |
smokin beeds in my lex-land | |
pass the beeds to the next man | |
put it out in the next hand | |
police on my day bew | |
now who's them pimps that stay true | |
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you | |
so you can blaze too | |
its the pimp that laid you | |
i know you see me in the video's | |
and the radio reconition like a center fold | |
analize to a nigga bigga flow | |
its the hoes with the tight shhh | |
they used to the right shhh | |
baby girl hit your lights quick | |
see would the mic fit | |
say hello some some | |
check1 check2 brand new | |
and its all for you | |
[Chorus] | |
Bump the ac' through the vents | |
Still ridin with the darker 10 | |
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense | |
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp | |
[Verse 2] | |
(uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh) | |
you can get paid where the jobs at | |
ho'in aint the word disreguard that | |
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks | |
and their gators on, now who started that? | |
must of been a PO P | |
standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese | |
and i reach to the door like oldies | |
saw me in the club | |
better night then i hope is | |
Do you wanna have sex? | |
lay back in the lex | |
2 rules in effect | |
no stains on the seats | |
strap up with the tex | |
just tell me what you wanna do | |
but you know a brotha want you | |
flip a penny if we want to | |
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails | |
I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you | |
baby girl come chill with me | |
you could learn a lot of skills with me | |
lay back and be real with me | |
make money on the side | |
we can dine and collide | |
like it's supposed to be | |
what it ment to me? | |
cuz you still need a man to | |
make plans to advance you | |
take a chance and you'll dance too | |
uh-huh | |
mic check mic check | |
brand new | |
and its all for you | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
I know you're lookin for the top notch | |
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops | |
our pimpin nation not to block | |
get a fade and amazed when we do shots | |
get the digits to my new spot | |
not the old gotta new flaw | |
come in pairs like 2 socks | |
me and you against the world like 2pac | |
and i hope you got your crew locked | |
can we puff to 2 glocks | |
why you actin like your too sharp | |
in the caddy get you juice-nark | |
better known as A to the mother fucking K | |
and um if its love that he want | |
theres no faded umm | |
See I'm a pimp and it's all mine | |
you dropped your man now your all mine | |
I'ma player so it takes time | |
defeat the purpose let me greet you | |
better yet say the name and I'ma meet you | |
PHD with a see through | |
did he pay? so we move | |
baby girl just speak smooth | |
haters hate what we do | |
paper chasing for thee group | |
Well let me go back to front, front to back | |
in her face did I do that? | |
get the philly's and the green from the back | |
got the good game from the breeze and the macks | |
to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress | |
domp hat with the rest | |
head shoes and the vest clothes that I | |
suppose that I put em all to the test | |
but you can never be me though | |
you can learn as we grow | |
spittin game with a neat flow | |
but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes | |
CD's where the weed go? | |
and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat | |
remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride | |
down the ave and the AC's high | |
you can walk or do you wanna ride | |
get high, you and I (uh-huh) | |
Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you | |
[Chorus] |
zuo qu : D. Smith Samuel Lindley | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
cmon | |
I' m a professional, pimpin like rational | |
Worldwide, but it' s national | |
you betta ask them hoes | |
and ask them clothes | |
who dat smokin beeds | |
talkin bout she fast to go | |
and blow like Curtis | |
double off in the lex | |
let me see if she worth it | |
gettin by so perfect | |
gettin by so perfect | |
last year I was mackin | |
we climbed but you grabbed too | |
DJ play the slow jams | |
sippin Don | |
never broham | |
oh damn, smokin beeds | |
smokin beeds in my lexland | |
pass the beeds to the next man | |
put it out in the next hand | |
police on my day bew | |
now who' s them pimps that stay true | |
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you | |
so you can blaze too | |
its the pimp that laid you | |
i know you see me in the video' s | |
and the radio reconition like a center fold | |
analize to a nigga bigga flow | |
its the hoes with the tight shhh | |
they used to the right shhh | |
baby girl hit your lights quick | |
see would the mic fit | |
say hello some some | |
check1 check2 brand new | |
and its all for you | |
Chorus | |
Bump the ac' through the vents | |
Still ridin with the darker 10 | |
If it don' t make dollars then it don' t make sense | |
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp | |
Verse 2 | |
uhhuh Baby girl where the mob at uhhuh | |
you can get paid where the jobs at | |
ho' in aint the word disreguard that | |
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks | |
and their gators on, now who started that? | |
must of been a PO P | |
standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese | |
and i reach to the door like oldies | |
saw me in the club | |
better night then i hope is | |
Do you wanna have sex? | |
lay back in the lex | |
2 rules in effect | |
no stains on the seats | |
strap up with the tex | |
just tell me what you wanna do | |
but you know a brotha want you | |
flip a penny if we want to | |
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails | |
I' ll be losing clientele, but I' m still back to haunt you | |
baby girl come chill with me | |
you could learn a lot of skills with me | |
lay back and be real with me | |
make money on the side | |
we can dine and collide | |
like it' s supposed to be | |
what it ment to me? | |
cuz you still need a man to | |
make plans to advance you | |
take a chance and you' ll dance too | |
uhhuh | |
mic check mic check | |
brand new | |
and its all for you | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
I know you' re lookin for the top notch | |
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops | |
our pimpin nation not to block | |
get a fade and amazed when we do shots | |
get the digits to my new spot | |
not the old gotta new flaw | |
come in pairs like 2 socks | |
me and you against the world like 2pac | |
and i hope you got your crew locked | |
can we puff to 2 glocks | |
why you actin like your too sharp | |
in the caddy get you juicenark | |
better known as A to the mother fucking K | |
and um if its love that he want | |
theres no faded umm | |
See I' m a pimp and it' s all mine | |
you dropped your man now your all mine | |
I' ma player so it takes time | |
defeat the purpose let me greet you | |
better yet say the name and I' ma meet you | |
PHD with a see through | |
did he pay? so we move | |
baby girl just speak smooth | |
haters hate what we do | |
paper chasing for thee group | |
Well let me go back to front, front to back | |
in her face did I do that? | |
get the philly' s and the green from the back | |
got the good game from the breeze and the macks | |
to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress | |
domp hat with the rest | |
head shoes and the vest clothes that I | |
suppose that I put em all to the test | |
but you can never be me though | |
you can learn as we grow | |
spittin game with a neat flow | |
but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes | |
CD' s where the weed go? | |
and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat | |
remember me in the CADI double L we ride | |
down the ave and the AC' s high | |
you can walk or do you wanna ride | |
get high, you and I uhhuh | |
Mic check 1 2, and it' s all for you | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : D. Smith Samuel Lindley | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
mic check | |
cmon | |
I' m a professional, pimpin like rational | |
Worldwide, but it' s national | |
you betta ask them hoes | |
and ask them clothes | |
who dat smokin beeds | |
talkin bout she fast to go | |
and blow like Curtis | |
double off in the lex | |
let me see if she worth it | |
gettin by so perfect | |
gettin by so perfect | |
last year I was mackin | |
we climbed but you grabbed too | |
DJ play the slow jams | |
sippin Don | |
never broham | |
oh damn, smokin beeds | |
smokin beeds in my lexland | |
pass the beeds to the next man | |
put it out in the next hand | |
police on my day bew | |
now who' s them pimps that stay true | |
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you | |
so you can blaze too | |
its the pimp that laid you | |
i know you see me in the video' s | |
and the radio reconition like a center fold | |
analize to a nigga bigga flow | |
its the hoes with the tight shhh | |
they used to the right shhh | |
baby girl hit your lights quick | |
see would the mic fit | |
say hello some some | |
check1 check2 brand new | |
and its all for you | |
Chorus | |
Bump the ac' through the vents | |
Still ridin with the darker 10 | |
If it don' t make dollars then it don' t make sense | |
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp | |
Verse 2 | |
uhhuh Baby girl where the mob at uhhuh | |
you can get paid where the jobs at | |
ho' in aint the word disreguard that | |
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks | |
and their gators on, now who started that? | |
must of been a PO P | |
standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese | |
and i reach to the door like oldies | |
saw me in the club | |
better night then i hope is | |
Do you wanna have sex? | |
lay back in the lex | |
2 rules in effect | |
no stains on the seats | |
strap up with the tex | |
just tell me what you wanna do | |
but you know a brotha want you | |
flip a penny if we want to | |
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails | |
I' ll be losing clientele, but I' m still back to haunt you | |
baby girl come chill with me | |
you could learn a lot of skills with me | |
lay back and be real with me | |
make money on the side | |
we can dine and collide | |
like it' s supposed to be | |
what it ment to me? | |
cuz you still need a man to | |
make plans to advance you | |
take a chance and you' ll dance too | |
uhhuh | |
mic check mic check | |
brand new | |
and its all for you | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
I know you' re lookin for the top notch | |
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops | |
our pimpin nation not to block | |
get a fade and amazed when we do shots | |
get the digits to my new spot | |
not the old gotta new flaw | |
come in pairs like 2 socks | |
me and you against the world like 2pac | |
and i hope you got your crew locked | |
can we puff to 2 glocks | |
why you actin like your too sharp | |
in the caddy get you juicenark | |
better known as A to the mother fucking K | |
and um if its love that he want | |
theres no faded umm | |
See I' m a pimp and it' s all mine | |
you dropped your man now your all mine | |
I' ma player so it takes time | |
defeat the purpose let me greet you | |
better yet say the name and I' ma meet you | |
PHD with a see through | |
did he pay? so we move | |
baby girl just speak smooth | |
haters hate what we do | |
paper chasing for thee group | |
Well let me go back to front, front to back | |
in her face did I do that? | |
get the philly' s and the green from the back | |
got the good game from the breeze and the macks | |
to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress | |
domp hat with the rest | |
head shoes and the vest clothes that I | |
suppose that I put em all to the test | |
but you can never be me though | |
you can learn as we grow | |
spittin game with a neat flow | |
but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes | |
CD' s where the weed go? | |
and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat | |
remember me in the CADI double L we ride | |
down the ave and the AC' s high | |
you can walk or do you wanna ride | |
get high, you and I uhhuh | |
Mic check 1 2, and it' s all for you | |
Chorus |