Do Or Die - Keep It Real (feat. Johnny P.) lyrics

{*car starts*} Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium Do or Die (Johnny P) Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die Police - can't see me ballin Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey And I - can never pay your bills Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real I got my key on the pa**enger side So ain't no scrub in me, me, me Police - can't see me ballin Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey (Verse One) First of all, you can shut it down baby Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture See - y'all the ones got me slappin out And all my homeboys jappin out Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at? Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that n***as blaze that weed sack I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that Chorus (Verse Two) This sh** hit the back door, by the way Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'? If a n***a gotta pay a triple X hoe Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho Open up let some air through the window I could never give my money to a bimbo Real players get high off endo Make cash like the owners of the Timbo Chi-Town, real player, real true love 20 inch on the rims, f**er says what? Bet the po' to the next thug Recognize the queen, you come to me But you gotta see, you're a what-what? Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip b**h Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer Better be on some platnium sh** Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it Been well known to react quick When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick I'm immune to the hot sh**, nevertheless sh**ty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit Yo pimp where the plastic? This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick Playerism is a habit I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what Chorus (Verse Three) Lil' baller be me, can't see me Never get her with a TV, cause we be In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes (??) dyslexic on the pa**enger side Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride She's the pie, my, my, my We done came to f** and get gone, pay no bills Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce n***a bounce sh** like the Dirty South Watch that sh** with a dirty mouth Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out But if ya heard me out, on the pa**enger side Care to bore me with the rest of the guys? Spittin blunts, droppin j**els Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool (Johnny P) Pay no bills, pay no bills Pay no bills, pay no.. I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here Why you all up in my grill? You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill Chorus (Johnny P) I got to keep... (Outro) One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love Uhh uhh, Johnny P Uh.. down - like - that - what? Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone