Lyrics:
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
up a cup of mud sayin'
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
It got so deathly quiet in that
Place, you could of heard a pin drop
As the waiter's
where you flagged him down
There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have
that's nearly undefeated actually
Crowd starts to boo
If I involved ya two faggot ass
Sons it's gonna be casualties
It'll be a Low, Down
Dirty Shame how
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
so
Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem
I'll be
Damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he
Threw her in low and said Go on in there
Son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
On Big Joe
so
Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem
how yuh stay so
Make monkey face, gal go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said
cases
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid
I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box
And I ain't just
Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a
Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down
Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac
The shit don't
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
the windows rolled down
Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be Prada down enough and all
My year be low down red horse, red stripes
Red porshe,
It in the Dirty South (Dirty South)
Yeah, how do they do it down in H Town?
(ha, Texas mayne) they wanna know
How they do it in the Dirty South (hol'
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
cause I'm that greedy
You got to feed me in stacks
What up to Crakk Peedi
State property, racially profiled
State trooper stopping me, I'm low down
Dirty
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