Lyrics:
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
Uh-huh
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all
Ayo, I give it
ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
Uh-huh
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all
Ayo, I give it
ima live it up
I don't know when ima go so I don't give a fuck
Me and you against the world baby it's just us
Got the pokey in my pocket I don't trust
I'm always low-key when I'm by my lonely
Don't need to know my business
Just know I be working homie
You hear the rumble in my tummy
Man it means I
dick, V.I.P.
Your shit needs I.D.
[Repeat 2x]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in
and bread by systems that were horribly formed
A nightmare in Hell street where feds meet with informants
Active is the threat , I’m never one to be dormant
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be
I wanna be big
Like King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, dream job, fast cars
Like the kid Baskin that wish on Zoltar
Be big
Like
Well this day in particular I was chillin and listening to big pokey, with something in my cup that's gone make you move a lil slowly
cnd the fit
‘fore you approach me
Move around hokey pokey
I ain’t with it you should know
How far are you willing to go
Don’t run up on my brosky
Might have to make
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
my life, you big stench (ooh-ooh)
The energy is triple six and mine is blessed (ooh-ooh)
Thank God I put them crosses on before we met (ooh-ooh,
my sons
Was locked for Christmas
Couldn't buy they toys
Nope, this ain't no PPP
Slimin' shit like FMB
Bitch, I'm with big Tray
All in a A, spinnin'
stance, stay down with the buzzer (wow)
Ten toes, ten toes, big shoes, new soles
Fill those, fill those, ten toes, ten toes
Love your neighbor
Unless
Biggie
On fait des classiques comme Paul Wall et Big Pokey
J'envoie ça fort comme le grec de Milwaukee
Une prod de Thxnk, je mange ça comme un bokit
like Hokey Pokey
Out the pot I got that OG
Out the lung I am unloading
Smoke is flowing, barbaco-ing
Barbecuing, world is slowing
Getting baked
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
on my side
Only think of what's right even when I am high
If you fuck with me we keep it ride or go die
Sipping this henny with friends
I got many big
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