Lyrics:
off her lip and bust a nut on her throat (eh eh, yeah)
[Verse 13 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Pokey]
Caddy popped off, full screen up
White cups,
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
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
h-town livin’
On a Friday By Ur Side chillin
Sharp like Big Pokey and Cactus Jack
ADH-adding up my money long as practice lasts
L on my hat, but we’re
Hit your ass so hard, I'll knock out your tooth
Boy, I'm messing with my hustle, messing with my grind
I'm coming through this bitch, now I'm repping
on my grind are you on ya grind
Yea young nigga waste no time
Im on my grind are you on your grind
No time young nigga waste no time
Young nigga waste
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
get what I want if his hoes walk by
In my business and be wrong (S.U.M.M.E.R G.R.I.N.D)
Woke that ass up after putting my shit on (S.U.M.M.E.R
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
[Verse: Scarface]
Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya
Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake
Mark ass
On my grind making noise even when I'm overseas
They gon kick you when you're down but when you up the one they need
Hit the gucci store in Florence
(Me and you
Grind for me and you
To my sweet mother
I could see how much your love remain the same (Woo)
Prayed to lord to stop experiencing broke
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
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
grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[B.G.]
Started
my whole team winning
Big dreams getting vivid
Even lucid let me prove it
Loving this grind here with this music
Felt like I was hit by cupid
Tell
pay
Cause that's what it's all about not the fuckin' hokey pokey that they sing about
Cause when you're twenty one you gotta get your shit together
through
Without a mind fulla treasure
Still you gotta find where your chest
Then it's your time, better grind with your chest
Take time get a mind for
ruining your good side until I’m satisfied an winning by a landslide you can’t even say you tried when I’m getting the most points an smoking the most
to KeKe, Youngstar to Pokey
Will lean to E.S.G, Z-Ro to Big Moe
It ain't enough space to name them all so here I go
Beating down the block while chunking
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