Playa Like Me & You Lyrics - Picture This 2 - Do Or Die

Verse one: belo 

Since I'm blown let me flex this 

If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this 

Somthin smooth not reckless 

We can get high and ride from Chi to Texas 

Give the game up since I came up 

Blew my name up, check out the rhythm 

Make em moan wanna flame up 

Strike a match to a lighter 

And listen to his young ridah, on the sight of 

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

Bitch betcha can't solve that 

I can tell you where the mob at 

At the click, in the summer where the broads at 

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

Shootin dice for the small scratch 

Trey-fo' what you call that? 

Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to froze got called 

By the po-po, save it for the four door 

Bonneville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal 

Took a chill, but I still had to pause 

And if I pause, it's 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 i'ma 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 cc's 

Heavy g's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally 

Bags seized, and Dobb hats 

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 we're 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 on a members suit 

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

Spittin game in her ear 

Tell them if they please me and dance and tell em to meet me here 

Get her dizzy off the stanberg 

Girlie had to run for months to pump up but i'ma handle her 

Like a man, i'ma stand if I fall 

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

Left the mall bout a minute til close 

I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes 

Gator shoe fresh guess from head to toe 

Only wearin in the do' what the playas know 

Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me 

Never will they pimp free, pimp costs 

And I get lost on the slide to 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 

C'mon girl ride ride ride ride 

Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride 

C'mon girl ride ride ride ride 

Whoa yeah (whoa yeah) 

Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby) 

With my homey belo 

My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby 

Check it out 

C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby 

Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl 

Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go 

Do you wanna go, yeahhh