Lyrics:
holla Mo' Thug (Mo' Thug)
Haters hold up, you know what?
I think that's Ken Dawg
Yep, show love
With the Big Snoop D-O
Smoke until we P-O
Players we
holla Mo' Thug (Mo' Thug)
Haters hold up, you know what?
I think that's Ken Dawg
Yep, show love
With the Big Snoop D-O
Smoke until we P-O
Players we
the dogg then work that trap
And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me
I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
I'm baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Ain't dis boutta bitch
Hit da corner burnin
Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30
So now
Santana (yeah)
Chris Breezy (yeah)
P-O-L-O Da Don (yeah)
Haha (yeah) we got one (what up?)
Ayy
Shorty said she really feelin' me, like yeah
the loudest of the loud
You know my gas stink
My P.O. think I'm in the house
Don't give a damn 'bout what she think
Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday
Santana (yeah)
Chris Breezy (yeah)
P-O-L-O Da Don (yeah)
Haha (yeah) we got one (what up?)
Ayy
Shorty said she really feelin' me, like yeah
ser Mandela
Seen you Halla at my chick homey uyadelela
I won her over like trophy
Minha taça
Got me feeling like guerreiro viva la raça
Masta P o Mc
E ela vê o mundo ao contrario mas é tudo tão incerto
Até ao dia em que lhe cai o chão p'ro tecto
Não te odeio tiveste cá mesmo debaixo de dor e
ain't seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)
fuckin' my P.O.
I hit it good, she let me smoke on the D-low
I fuck from A.M to P.M
Ayy, thirty-six millimeter watch, we don't do those
Hopped out
and she real slow,
And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O.
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Leos,
Method Man (Tony Starks) the most
gots ta G-O
Makes you wonder bout my number
Guess my address or my P.O., here's a hint:
I'm from Phila with a Del but not the Rio
Well, I'm guessing
of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection,
it, to make you move it, yeah
Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio
Now I'm in
for a month, and deaded his P.O.
Started robbing niggas til he caught a whole kilo
He had a bunch of starving niggas he owe, he never paid though
Got
can't feel my feet (whoa)
I can't feel my feet (yes)
This ecstasy
I'm so high, I'm tryna phone home (hello?)
I ain't 'posed to get high, I got a P-O
[M.O.P.]
Heh heh, BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!
Warriorz... (c'mon) CONQUERORS!!
YO!! They tryin to kill us (YO!!)
But we don't die.. we gon' live!
YEAH!
never shut up
You always be Cappin'
I'm getting' the money regardless
Don't talk to me now
As soon as I'm poppin'
P-O-P
Y-O-U-R
H-E-A-D
Out of my zone
other this money and drugs gon' do for now
How we scared of C-O-P but P-O-P yo relative?
How we black but distant from those Pyramids we look like them?
H-I-P-H-O-P
彼方に 撃ち込み say whoa (whoa)
Say whoa (whoa)
Yo 俺ら内輪乗り 他の奴ら無視さ
Freaky freaky beat 上で踊り 狂わす life
今 YG crew で (oh)
仕掛ける new wave (hey)
毛並みの違い 明確
Drikker V.S.O.P
1450s OG
Beezy Mackaroney
Gangsta rap fikk Beezy til å gjøre det
Hørte noen sa jeg var for gammel til å rappe
Pek han ut i crowden
Check me on the mic
SPPB on the...what's up
Check me in the mic
H-I-P H-O-P on the mic yeah
Check me on the mic y'all
Yo yo check me on the mic
Check
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