Do Or Die Playa Like Me You Lyrics

Playa Like Me You Lyrics

Verse one: belo







Since Im lo let me flex this



If theres somethin on yo mind recline and check this



Song smooth not reckless



Swing it high and ride from side to texas



Give the game up since I came up



Blew my name up, check out the rhythm



Make them all wanna flame up



Strike a match to a lighter



A message to a young ridah, on the sight of



Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat



Bitchin to skins, saw that



I can tell you where the mob at



At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at



Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back



Shootin back for the small scratch



Trey-fo what you call that? 



Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to pros got called



By the po-po, save it for the phone doe



Bond deville, flossin off behind the wheel its appeal



Took a chill, but I still had to pose



And if I pause, its because I left my car and the phone







Chorus: johnny p







Can you smoke and ride



With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe



Can you smoke and ride



With a playa, like me, and you







Verse two: ak-47







See uhh, laid back ima let the proper game at two rats



In the roll like two sacks



Dub essential when my homey came up



On the same drug for layin up they holla who that



Double check, just a couple hoes



Tryin to see where my head was at



On some problem shit



Wish to be up within the party shit



With the blunts and bacardi shit



With the way she was dressed she might as well



Had nuttin on your body bitch



Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get



Nuttin but the proper cheese



To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick



But really doe, once a man advance



And bend blocks smoke the last of these



Pimp cats done ccs



Heavy gs ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally



Bags seized through darnell



Heavy sacks and drop-tops



Now look on your map and spot



Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke







Chorus







Verse three: belo







I, made my money on the dl



Closed shop in the pontiac we bail



To the mall to ball were all pall



Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females



To the retail



Five double oh period double oh these suits



The girbaud with the boots



Then I scoop, up the loot



Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of



Put my foot in motion, exits the sto with my brand new gear



Spring game in her ear



Tell her miss to please me and dance till itll make me hear



Get her dizzy off the stanberg



Girlie had to run for months to pump up but ima handle her



Like a man, ima stand if I fall



And when I fall, then the city better make the call



Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes



I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes



Getty shoe fresh guess from head to toe



Only wearin in the do what the playas know



Bet yall wanna see me niggaz wanna be me



Never will they pimp free, pimp costs



And I get lost on the slide for the ave gettin high while we ride







Chorus







[johnny p]



Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad



Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die



Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah



Can I say it one more time



Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a cad



Choppin up the paper for my homies do or die



Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride



With me baby, check it out...



Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride



Cmon girl ride ride ride ride



Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride



Cmon girl ride ride ride ride



Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)



Wont you ride with me baby (wont you ride with me baby)



With my homey belo



My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, cmon baby, cmon baby



Check it out



Cmon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby



Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl



Wont you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go



Do you wanna go, yeahhh