Lyrics:
Levels to it, time to level up
Busted time, put ya bezels up
Gold trophies, let ya medals shine
Hokey pokey, i can tell u lying
Took flight i'm
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
trying it
Ok yo
I'm back to the beat
When I 23
I touched my key
It wasn't mine tho
Big brudda he put me on my grind tho
Rejuvenated a nigga like Rondo
Big
dizzy
I feel like Coach, it's a hit list
They mad I'm blood with some big crips
Oh I take a shot, I'm on that time
Getting money gotta stay on my grind
it)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (work)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (shake that)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty
it)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (work)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (shake that)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty
YOUR BUILDING
IS FILTERED AND SPEWED INTO
NONSENSE UNCONSCIOUS CONCOCTIONS
IN YOUR BRAIN THEY ARE ROTTIN
WILEY COYOTE PERFORMING HOKEY POKEY
HOCUS
YOUR BUILDING IS FILTERED cND SPEWED INTO NONSENSE UNCONSCIOUS CONCOCTIONS IN YOUR BRcIN THEY cRE ROTTIN WILEY COYOTE PERFORMING HOKEY POKEY HOCUS POCUS
Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey, do
Big machine in the room but i still wanna sweep with the broom
Let me show you how demons move
Play hide and seek or peakaboo
Lil bro wanna step
keep that Rifa Rifa
(Rifa, Prrrrr)
Wrist gon' Ring Around the Rosie
Diamonds they do the Hokey-Pokey
(Hokey-Pokey) she wanna bring her friend to
Fuck,
‘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
like I'm Kobe
Greendale for the ones on hokey pokey
Big boy, light em up watch the flame take over
Make it burn so it don't get sober
Feel the heat
looked, and seen lime green Forces, it's Kiwi (big boy)
You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie (big boy)
You now I keeps it hip-hop, my
gang, they pokey
Call it a stain, he owes us
Bitches on cain, she cokin'
Fuck it, I tell her keep chokin'
After that, get to the tokens
Droppin' my
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be , all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
the penitentiary
Big Homie Kannon said when you make it
Don't forget to mention me
Now that he a father gotta move smarter
Can't get caught out here in these streets
bout to act up, act up x2
(Big Ed)
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
salute your captin time to get
a good game he got some good brain
But most importantly he got some big change
I'm talking 20s 50s 100s no doubt
Hokey pokey man this what I'm about
Left
looked, and seen lime green Forces, it's Kiwi (big boy)
You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie (big boy)
You now I keeps it hip-hop, my
drunk
From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
No doubt, toast your coast
Reppin the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto
real big titties
Gotta take my time
I don't like quickies
I'm shitting on niggas it's how I stay skinny
Training video how I cut a bitch off
These
Ooting through Doorways
Knock you Down
Let's See what the Floor Say
He a Clown let's See What his Bro Say
Big Knocker it Could Throw 8
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