Lyrics:
it's from
Good weed in the pumps
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire
I said
off the lot In a old school ride
It's a big boned whip so the Big body wide
While the big body bounce Ima just body rock
Ima spoil baby for the whole
Forbes, I been studying the Bible
I am not a god, nor a poet, nor disciple
I have never fit in your descriptions or your titles
I go by Big Steppa
She
Saying" and "what it do?"
And if a nigga don't like it
Tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless in the slab I come through
Elbow and Vogues and expensive
Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
In this game I
Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
In this game I
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what
with karaoke
I get the crowd goin' when I sing the hokey pokey
I shake it to the
left and then I shake it to the right
What's not to love, man I'm
You ain't from around here, are ya?
Well... I just got one question
Are you country enough?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh!
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, ugh!
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh!
Big Juicy, ugh!
Big Juicy 'bout to set it off
I know
struggling to achieve possible peace
This Shorty ain't giving up, even if I'm dehydrated, deep in hatred, or collapsed by my knees
So bring it, bitch, I'm just
Chopper sounding like a snare
Fucking on yo bitch
I slap her ass and pull her hair
Just call a nigga Big Pokey
Cause this shit ain't never fair
I swear
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy 'bout to set it off
I know
checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
Fifteen times I saw the world pass me by
Fifteen times just this week alone
It's getting faster
I don't think the sisters will be happy but
What can you do
country I ripped him
My bitch a baddie that lil shit heavy
Big drip yea I got me a wetty
We get it on where we at fuck a telly
Drive the boat baby girl keep
tell you got big, big energy (uh-huh)
It ain't too many of them that can handle me (yeah)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy
Make 'em sing
reverbs
A big bet i'm big stressed
Until i get a big check
But still i gotta play it like this shit chess
Ain't folding under pressure
Treat that shit just
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy 'bout to set it off
I know
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy, B-B-B-Big Juicy, uh
Big Juicy, ugh
Big Juicy 'bout to set it off
I know
Groupies showin' me love
They in the crowd showin' me they titties
(Uh, huh)
If it ain't 'bout the money, then fuck it
Get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh)
Bank
ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie
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