Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
don't know me
I might holla at Pokey
Or go and get that 40
Them boys be steady doin it
Knockin off the unit
Hit that big bay
We ain't flew it
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
the deuce everytime im riding by
Hit the back streets moving in low profile
I know where im at I dnt need NO tour guide
Down in Texas we be Holdin , Big
homeboy been a jack boy He was mashed up before COVID, nigga
Rest in peace to Big Pokey, nigga Shootin' jumpers with COVID, nigga
Southside still ride chops
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
superstars
Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
the town
Town
Just tell me you holdin it down
Down
And babe we holdin it down
I’m a be riding Foreva
Through all the inns and the outs
Outs
Through all
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
Flame, gang, whoa, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below
And the hoes, they fuckin' the hoes, big rocks
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
funny it ain’t cool don’t give me dap
Leave ‘em hanging like he bound by a bungee we ain’t friends
All my real ones all been down like my budget, no
know we dont get tired
Taking the game by storm so dont be surprised
Since day one I always been the same
And Lil Mike G is my motherfuckin name
With so
the dope to gliffer house
We step on all the work and send them playboys on some different routes
Money in and money out my wallet do the hokey pokey
Throw
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself
Inside
dance hokey pokey
We sendin him up just like he a bogey
If I step out that field I'm doing fatalities
No cares in the world so you can be mad at me
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
'head Playboy do your thang)
Don't be mad when she calls my name
[Chorus:]
Walkin 'round, sportin her, holdin her hand
Doin it big like you're the man
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