Do Or Die Diamenz Ft Johnny P Lyrics

Diamenz Ft Johnny P Lyrics

[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]

So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok

Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)

Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high)

Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK)

Some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology

(Do or Die J. P. lets ride)



[N.A.R.D.]

Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers

Bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers

Steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless

Like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin

(niggaz aint ready to die)

Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac

Bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin

Aww man I been on that chick since back in college

See, she like them top notch with the glock cocked

Put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots

Substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top

Smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na

So cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you

If paper be your issue, then you be your issue

But this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper,

This paper make that paper so you stay away from haters



[Chorus, Johnny P]

We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,

Diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh

We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,

Diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride



[AK 47]

You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from

Nothing

I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac

Talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out

You know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto

Follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads

But its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy

Or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa

Its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm

Track that feeling like a spasm

Tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese

They off in the breeze but it aint nothing

If you got that paper then say something

Better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off,

When you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off

Recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed

Check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow

Get up to the point where the cash will flow

Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go

And its so cold in these windy streets

When the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit



[Chorus]



[Belo Zero]

This is my motto, pop the first bottle

Louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow

Ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on

M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty

Now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show

No how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it

Don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it

No matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it

Make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it

The Rockafellers Stellers and Jones

To many other people got paper but we homeless

And let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban

Hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite

No second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate

Love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me



[Chorus]



[N.A.R.D.]

J P, J P

Everybody may not have a great big Cadillac

Gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh)

Some peoples may not have a car at all

But they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember)

We still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls

Never givin a dime to a broad (no no never)

And we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin)

We gone keep on pimpin baby (for real)

Untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home



[Johnny P]

Yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh

I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life

Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean

You may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy

But you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hooo

Cause I'm ridin in my escalade

Ridin

Ridin