Lyrics:
remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
(Chorus 2x)
(Big M.O.E.)
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that
jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
thuggin from tha day to the night, ya heard me? Huh? Ok? Yeah. DJ what's
up dawg? (x1)
Chorus 2:
Hey DJ won't you play that song keep me thuggin
three hundred plus up
and actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none?
{C.I.}
Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
Bitch ass nigga, I told you so
A nigga get mad, I fold his hoe
Big AKs like GI Joe
Niggas be fake like CGI
Most niggas bootleg like DVDs
They don't
dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind
Guy, and (???)
I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys
I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I
And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye
Ain't,
on 'em
Write on 'em
Candle light homie
Tuck your chain cause I'm Deebo on the bike homie
Blac Youngsta big worm, call that Draco smokey
Real chain
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
hereditary
Red canaries round the cemetery
Mixing ups with my downs sometimes
Pokey like I'm columbine
They can't see the little guys
They sink low while they
and EBT (sheesh)
No cable, just a bootleg DVD
I quit school and got my GED (I'm out)
I went straight to the block
Started trappin', Mama said she ain't
Listen to B, I am the
Original S-K B-I-Z, RRAHHAAAAHAHHHHHHH
[Chorus]
You can do the hokey pokey or even the wop
I don't care what you do baby,
settle in
I'm a spin 3 more times till' I get it in
I'm a make it rain like Ashanti in 06
I'm a pour a 4 of sum wonky like 0 10'
Bitch want to bug me she
keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
Bitch pass if you ain't
Lettin' the clique smash
I switch tags
pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
Indeed I rap
Ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact
One move we all eat
That’s word to the big homie
I was getting fuel for the new heat
You smart if you didn’t quit on me
Got the rock make the kids OD
is in the god damn game
And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo
Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha
[Big Pokey]
On tracks I break backs, so
Racks trippin show up at yo shit you is not surviving
Been shittin rizzy seen us almost flip the x five
Big foe lens purple tinted i see act skys
Sellin
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
a stain
Me and Noble tryna catch him, lacking knockem, Dig a grave
X been waitin' with the shit, up a smithin' and let it bang
I'm with my 03 niggas, we
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
head hog,
Getting hella frontal
King Tut: fuck slut
Came in a big butt
"Damn my numbers low
But I swear I'm on a come up!"
King Tut: all gold
Never
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