Nard - Church lyrics

(Johnny P, through-out talking) Pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on (Intro) Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song From the P-Funk era This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P Now, what we gonna do right here Is let'cha just wave ya hands like this sh** On the radio station, this most requested Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch! (Verse 1, AK) Fresh up out the motherf**in' cut, who dat? Droppin' and poppin' that gangsta sh** wit my n***a, true dat! Sippin' and tippin' off the Grey Goose and the gallon of Gin While I'm smokin' somethin, faded, wit' my blueberry Benz Flick the weed wit' my middle finger, off in the wind Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party startin' at ten Now do these ho's wanna f**? That's what I'm really askin' Skip to my n***a wit' my semi-semi blastin' (DJ Quik, talking) Hold up AK, I done seen ya boy Kel on the cover of that XXL magazine Ya hear me, and it look like him and Snoop Dogg been havin'- Dress code dress rehearsals, and talkin' bout that tie with them pin-stripes Maan! (Verse 1, continued) Blastin' the semi in a orderly fashion Orderly stash, so the people try to come and harra** And now it's one to the motherf**in' two, to the three See me floatin' through the streets, Chi-Town or Long Beach (Hook) (JP) You ain't never heard no pimps like this (AK) If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp! (JP) You ain't never seen no pimps like this (AK) You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp Then I'm a piiimp! (JP) Never seen twenty's spin like this (AK) If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm A pimp, then I'm a piiimp! (JP) Do you know we be the first true pimps? (AK) You can see it in my lips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp! (Verse 2, Belo) I've been noticin' that n***as been quotin' Quotin' me bogusly Bogusly try to bump me off so no-one even notice me Vocally, I've been pimpin and sayin sh** so importantly Rappers around the world should think of a plaque or throw to me Cadillac, I'm the bolder-ly, binnin' and grinnin' slow-ely Nine, packin' fo' sho-ely, ho, check out my poetry! My izzle's so dizzle, rizzle, for shizzle my nizzle Pizzle, tha lizzle, if you feel me say Chuuuch! Now I'm about to get this bad b**h, and dinner her up Take her a** straight to the tele, and uhh, dent her rump I'mma knock that stuffin' and muffin' up off that p**y Put that a** straight to sleep, and don't deny it cause my pimpin' is deep I know some playa's that be claimin' the streets Like a n***a playin' hard when his posse is deep Go on head, walk it off with the flock of the sheep Cause I'm a motherf**in', P-I, M-P, Chuch! (Hook) (Verse 3, N.A.R.D.) My Cadillac spinnin', and wheels gotten' 'em grinnin' And stepped out in my gators, wit' collar'ed shirt and some Timberlands Aww they go hurr again, from back on the block I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop Ya see my mama always said to stay away when it's hot Cause now here's gone, the day when they wantin' your spot You ready or not? The less ordered, the better the rock I need more f** for Quik to get my Chevy to ride So to my people's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this? Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this! Throw 'yo hands high, light about a pound of dro Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a blow We sippin' the Remy and Henny and a bottle of Mo' Gatherin' all the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door Because it ain't no tellin' what we gon' do Because we might do whatever pimps want to (Hook) (Johnny P, to fade) Do you know we be the first true pimps? Do you know we be the first true pimps?