Lyrics:
featuring see-Murder, Mia X, Mac and Snoop Dogg
(Big Ed)
Chorus
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers
boy) stomping in my Air Force Ones (big boy)
We up in Foot Locker I'm looking like I need those (big boy)
Ten and a half and if you got 'em, give me
boy) stomping in my Air Force Ones (big boy)
We up in Foot Locker I'm looking like I need those (big boy)
Ten and a half and if you got 'em, give me
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
trillin out here
[Chorus: x2]
[T.I.: Talking]
Yeah
T.I.P. shortay
PSC shortay
Pimp Squad
DP
Mac Boney, A-K
Big Kuntry shortay
Ya'll aint ready
"Heavy Chevys"
[T.I. and Big Kuntry Talking]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know
[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
To takin' belongings in my ultimate goal
I'll take your China and your silver and your soul
By darkness and night I shimmy up the drain-pipe
The maggot,
Feel this, uh what
Come on, uh...
[Big Pokey]
I can't lie, you the one for me
I'm your roof when it rain, be up under me
I'm the one that you
like I D-IED
Hit X and Revived
You'll never respawn in battling me
I ain't Kevin Hart this ain't joke to me
Second hand smog you could get the smoke
and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney
[Verse 5 - Chamillionaire -
Big Star, Big Car
Graduated, I go hard
Yes I did, now I know more
Ya ain't nothing til ya show far
In the sky till I'm in mars
And all my written got
dziwięćset jedenastki ci otworzę drzwi
Chciałbym być G tak jak czarno biały film
Mam to na taśmie nie w jebanym DVD
Kręci się szpula
Przy tym ziomal kręci
grew up off the legends
I'm talking Pat, Hawk, Pokey
Comin down wrecking
I learn how cut dope
An play street fighter
Moved to the SWAT
Became a street
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
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
Wszyscy mamy te wspomnienia
Butelka koło drzewa i ktoś pod drzewem
W kieszeni gości siedem
Za mało na TAXI za mało by się napić
Hajs to hajs więcej można
'bout it
C-Murder is 'bout it, 'bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it (bhudda
nigga ??, that
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
At lunchbreak we were fighting on the phone
This evening i bought back dvds
But im alone with the tv
Verse 1:
First thing this morning your head was on my chest
the dirty south [2x]
[Redd]
Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south all you
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me
Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
woke me
Sleeping like a grizzly its only right that you don't poke me
Cause I'ma sic em like Baylor Bear no joking
Piped up like sensei call me Big Pokey
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