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| Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee |
| that nigga Big Ass Moe |
| chillin with my partna named DeMo |
| its on his birthday we comin through |
| in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru |
| and I got that boy Key-C in here |
| and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear |
| and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea |
| comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e |
| yeah that nigga Joe |
| I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe |
| I’m up on this tape, never gonna hate |
| Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate |
| yeeea yeeee |
| (Kerry) |
| Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, |
| pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, |
| comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud, |
| comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad, |
| automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, |
| comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, |
| I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, |
| I’m at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams, |
| my partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, |
| I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, |
| I’m just kinda fried I don’t know why, |
| I just popped up eatin breakfast at some Wyatt’s |
| (Big Moe) |
| Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah |
| its them boys off that Long Drive |
| that nigga DeMo |
| (DeMo) |
| Here I go, here I go… |
| Yeah… gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, |
| because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla, |
| cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, |
| I even gotta tight what cut from the Hair Cut Joe, |
| man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, |
| cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss, |
| 26 up in this bitch been jammin, |
| niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, |
| niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, |
| niggas stayin home because they wanna get paid, |
| everybody play and Ima just gone play, |
| and bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna ever stay, |
| down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad, |
| so I get my cash and I act mad, |
| I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol’Lac, |
| a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, |
| and Im feelin so true, |
| got much love for my nigga named Screw, |
| that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, |
| I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, |
| we broke em all down and we all got high, |
| our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, |
| cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, |
| we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, |
| Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, |
| comin through just like L those bells are ringin, |
| Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, |
| cause it be goin down for the boy DeMo |
| (Big Moe) |
| Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e |
| I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 |
| hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive |
| you know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive |
| to the T-o-p, thats the top man |
| Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain |
| If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know |
| we comin down bald fades, not afros. |
| Now we chillin, now we just leanin, |
| and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, |
| just got some drank from that boy with that bird, |
| and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, |
| now you know we gone, goin real strong, |
| I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, |
| drop roll bar, that what I want, |
| Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, |
| I gotta be slammin gotta be comin, |
| and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, |
| cause that shit bad for a G like me, |
| I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C, |
| I’m showin up everybody got on they Nikes, |
| and you know what everybody higher than a kite, |
| or they just leanin in they seat Smokin Swisha Sweets, |
| want some fuckin crack gone and hit me on my beep, |
| A-I-R, sippin on tha barre nigga you dont understand |
| nigga in our car, got 4 TVs all up in the seats |
| and I splits down nuthin but them Swisha Sweets, |
| I’m just what reclinin nigga bumper reclinin, |
| man whats up in my mouth ya see the diamonds, |
| yeah everbody like to wear the nike, |
| Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief, |
| gone break them hoes off gone represent the South, |
| Ima come through drinkin lean and I aint gonna cough, |
| Ima let them boys know how far I can go, |
| Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low |
| keep my shit out they muthafuckin my mouth because they be runnin, |
| Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin, |
| Im comin with somethin lookin kinda throwed, |
| Im comin down ridin with my partnas fuck a hoe, |
| those hoes out to get ya for everything, |
| but Im out there tryin to come up and swang, |
| or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, |
| you know Im always on my paper chase, |
| always get my green, always on my lean, |
| me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, |
| In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, |
| and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, |
| so guess what I open my dresser drawer, |
| 50 g’s and a ki thats what I saw, |
| I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, |
| Im just in the game and the Key-C aint gonna quit, |
| Im steady steady hustlin steady steady strugglin, |
| boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin, |
| so I get my nine out cause they got some static |
| cock my shit back cause I got an automatic |
| Flem got the .40 he gone get rowdy, |
| and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, |
| by nature fuck a playa hater, |
| Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya, |
| let them boys know came here with tha Yungsta |
| and he fixin to flow and he aint no fuckin punksta |
| so Im fixin to pass it hoppin like a rabbit, |
| man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, |
| under my damn bed and Im flippin red, |
| If I get caught with ki’s I goin fed, |
| but that aint on my mind now Im not thinkin about 9, |
| Im thinkin bout 18 man its my time, |
| to pop up on the scene and show my fuckin naked, |
| come down the boulevard straight up wreck it, |
| in a damn line pop trunk, surround, |
| me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, |
| diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel, |
| nigga wassup yeah we got gold grill, |
| tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop, |
| cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, |
| yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, |
| on late night cookin ki’s in the kitchen, |
| give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission |
| make my damn green so I can be like you, |
| We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, |
| fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, |
| man go on go long go strong. |
| (Big Moe) |
| heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah |
| Im gonna bring young G in on this mic |
| his name is Yungstar |
| you know that he’s rollin tight |
| Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down |
| Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town |
| (Yungstar) |
| Out H-town showin surround by sound, |
| yes they yall got mad when I shown nuthin but round |
| Im talkin shit they didnt like ridin marble bike, |
| I might just break em off when I come dripped out Ike, |
| Im talkin shoes by Hirachi shirts by Versace, |
| hoes they gone watch me but they all wanna watch me |
| as I slow the beat down see the diamonds face crown, |
| wreckin whole H-town comin through and we down, |
| with them hoes wanna see me yellas in bikinis |
| break em off for DeMo its his birthday and that Key-C, |
| on that Long Drive bought a baked potato with chives, |
| Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go live, |
| yes Im goin off cause I gots to go man, |
| watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, |
| go and get me some break em off with my palm, |
| I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb, |
| boys steady swervin pickin em up at Sterling, |
| gots to send shots Sandpiper to that Mervyns, |
| and that Cobble Stone I can go on, |
| I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone, |
| its tha Poterola Im a money folder, |
| got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder, |
| grippin on tha grain cause so much pain, |
| to that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain, |
| watch they see me as I pop in the shine, |
| Im gone break em off see that 5th just recline, |
| still is a minor wood on the vinyl, |
| TV VCR laid back on reclina, |
| and they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy, |
| hoes get mad cause I aint no mack daddy, |
| gots to flip my tounge Yungsta be leavin them sprung, |
| Assalamualaikum or some shit assalum, |
| dont know how its goin Yungsta still flowin, |
| flippin with Poyo and his trunk is steady glowin, |
| see that boy Man-Pooh hes steady jammin Screw, |
| two toned blades flippin rollin with tha whole crew, |
| yes that Screwyoo hes a teaser boy had a seizure, |
| Its that '96 Ki-ki locked we gone please ya, |
| gots to wreck shop '96 I aint gone stop it, |
| gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it, |
| I aint gonna even play Im thinkin of the MLK, |
| I might just flip a four get crazed tip Tangeray, |
| dont be on the flip phone these hoes be on my bone, |
| I might just come with marble just what to switch to two-tone, |
| these hoes be on my zipper Im bald fade with the clippers, |
| I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, |
| I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, |
| and when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect, |
| they try to talk down because I gots to go through the dark, |
| I see that boy Gregg in Willows and that E-Clark, |
| ESG is on lock I aint forgot that Yungstar wreck the mic, |
| that Screw done wrecked it up so you know they aint gone like, |
| how we did it its that boys B-day, |
| I came what play gots to sip that Tangarey, |
| Ima stay fool from tha Southside, |
| we dont bang bang yes my mouth is what dry, |
| Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that Miller, |
| boys dead and gone yes Im a born thriller, |
| gots to watch tha scandal shop at that Randalls, |
| hit that fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, |
| got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, |
| them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, |
| dont settle for less these dont try to impress, |
| thats why I break em off that new pair of Guess, |
| I hit that Sterling that Mervyn’s, |
| them hoes they dont know me I might holla at Pokey, |
| or go and get that 40, |
| them boys be steady doin it knockin off the unit, |
| hit that Big Bay we aint dippin embalming fluid, |
| dripped and we draped out know what I talkin bout, |
| you dont see my diamonds cause them boys just be steady comin out, |
| Im a check and wreck the mic yes that Griffin got me goin, |
| yeah Yung’s steady flowin and Im steady what blowin |
| gots to pass it that Po-yo |
| cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it this aint '94 hoe |
| (Big Moe) |
| yeaaah yeeeaaaah |
| Chillin with my boy on his birthday |
| Im that young G, yeah M-o-e |
| gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey |
| hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone |
| you know he’s comin through with a pocket full of stones |
| (Big Pokey) |
| A nigga on a mission steady in the kitchen, |
| palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, |
| talkin down on a nigga name, |
| Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, |
| 19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, |
| Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin, |
| smokin chronic leaf optimo Big Poyo, |
| sippin on the 8 I done let a potent 4, |
| Ima come down sip a deuce, |
| let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice |
| sittin sideways boys in a daze, |
| on a Sunday nite I might brang me some Maze, |
| maybe OJ’s hoes be goin crazy, |
| some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, |
| aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked hold my glock, |
| Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, |
| cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, |
| keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, |
| make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, |
| make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, |
| me and Screwyoo what you wanna do, |
| let me come down Poyo got his crew |
| got my whole click, got to come down |
| Ima wave trunk, Im a gone so so fine |
| Ima hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites |
| ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice |
| wood strip got gold, leten em boys know |
| Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes |
| chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist |
| dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris |
| movin keys, lemme chop em down |
| in my safe I gotta key and a pound |
| pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce |
| I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce |
| I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know |
| Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe |
| with that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women |
| got to come through real sexy, not skinny |
| dont want no big fat bitch |
| cant let that hoe ride with me on the switch |
| gotta be playa, gotta be a star |
| Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre |
| we gone do it right, get a room later, aint no hater |
| cant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater |
| Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill |
| let me come through pint bottle steady sealed |
| sittin in my vault, cases got caught |
| had to come down gotta partna named Walt |
| thats that boy Walter, I done had a daughter |
| rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter |
| it done got cold, money done unfold |
| let me come down with a wood Momo |
| thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill |
| house on the hill, got my mind on a mill |
| on a mission tryin to get rich |
| down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch |
| all up in my face, ridin got bass |
| late night on the what Screw with the Grace |
| actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut |
| got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut |
| Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk |
| boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin |
| thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd |
| letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard |
| got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany |
| got that boy Joe thinkin blades and Mazarati |
| got that screwzew, bangin behind tint |
| windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit |
| let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em |
| fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum |
| I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise |
| rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit |
| some in Alabama, some down in Asia |
| Im do it right move my cheese on my pager |
| beats '18, 735 with screens |
| teal green, I be shootin my machine |
| like a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappin |
| when a nigga steppin, nigga aint no preppin |
| in my corner cause yous a goner |
| Im smokin marajuana |
| broke em off when I snatched my diploma |
| I walked across the stage |
| I turned the page, no more minimum wage |
| and my corner got paid |
| kept fedy, kept it steady |
| my partna named Reggie |
| Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy |
| hitin real hard, never did roid |
| fat ass nigga, we’ll fuck a yella broad |
| are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down |
| swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth |
| Im from the South, what ya talkin bout |
| the haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked |
| I aint no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcano |
| me and my partna Zano |
| Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja |
| Im a come down bunch of money |
| boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit |
| boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it |
| lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission |
| I gots to come down, knocked off a politician |
| knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer |
| now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer |
| first to put some boys back in the game |
| Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame |
| aint gone be lame, a partna named Shane |
| Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain |
| gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy |
| got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy |
| Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo |
| Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow |
| (Big Moe) |
| Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey |
| Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three |
| Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real |
| Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill |
| Im rollin wood grain, down that South man |
| Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain |
| because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck |
| we comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check |
| Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin |
| popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning |
| with tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes |
| hit that Po on that beeper |
| down to score 9 |
| fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block |
| movin rock |
| got my glock cocked |
| haters wanna stop but they cant |
| gotta keep a drank and Im drivin |
| boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin |
| In a three we, comin down bumper fall |
| steady ballin |
| haters steady callin my name |
| Im in this game with the birds |
| have you fuckin heard |
| comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup |
| witha gallon |
| lookin for a stallion |
| comin down and I got the chrome with medallion |
| and my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouth |
| fuckin with these boys |
| and we could be out the South |
| in a bus |
| blades are 19's |
| Po comin through and we got tha four screens |
| with tha VCR |
| and we sippin barre |
| comin down tinted up, new what car |
| got the woodgrain |
| and you know Im steady knockin |
| trunk gone be poppin |
| bumper unlockin |
| all you hear is Beep |
| and Im comin down swangin |
| comin down, let the top up its fixin to rain |
| and Im comin through and Im steady sittin sideways |
| my way, have to do it Friday |
| Im comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im comin |
| grill witha woman |
| on tha block first and the leads steady pumpin |
| I aint gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plus |
| boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus |
| fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon |
| and that man pulled and we what… |
| (Big Moe) |
| yeeeeaaaa yeeeaah |
| Im comin through in my hoo-doo |
| you know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw |
| we comin down, and you know we down to swang &bang |
| Im out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hang |
| I dont give a damn pop trunk Im gone slam |
| Im comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam |
| Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo |
| Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic |
| I thought you niggas knew |
| (Haircut Joe) |
| thought you niggas knew |
| fixin to come down |
| bangin and that tint |
| watch me come down and I got |
| form that damn bam |
| I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail |
| steady stack my mail |
| watch me come come through |
| chevy, lookin heavy, comin down |
| and I gots to come down |
| nigga just roll, lets just smoke |
| watch me come down and I aint no fuckin joke |
| steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk |
| I done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunk |
| rollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut Joe |
| cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know |
| watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoe |
| get he fuckin money |
| like it aint funny take out a bank account |
| like some damn magic, what the hell happened |
| dont take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin |
| Nigga its the truth, charge it to the roof |
| a lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots |
| but they cant step on that what nigga level |
| watch me come through nigga Im a just… man hold up |
| (Big Moe) |
| I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw |
| you know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo |
| we came through and we sippin on that drank barre |
| we comin down lookin like playas and like stars |
| you hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G |
| I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e |
| I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo |
| you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew |
| that boy tha lean and fell on his head |
| we comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red |
| you gotta feel me, that boy comin through |
| Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew |
| comin down chillin |
| I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe |
| we all goin fed, fuck goin ag |
| niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag |
| we gotta make a livin |
| Nigga know Im real |
| jammin Screw |
| I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew |
| my nigga Adrian |
| I got tha Haircut Joe |
| flowin in this bitch |
| Its this nigga D-mo |
| my boy from the tre |
| they always pay late |
| I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay |
| my nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed |
| that nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor |
| he cant handle shit, that nigga went down |
| goin down real, on the Southside of town |
| we comin jammin screw |
| and we comin with my niggas |
| and we rollin with our crew |
| I got the nigga Yungstar from the South |
| was wreckin this bitch |
| comin down with cadillac |
| with big ol fuckin bumper kit |
| comin down 5th wheel slammin |
| hoe just fannin |
| bitch Im sayin it |
| cause I fucked your mamma |
| I fucked your cousin |
| I fucked that bitch |
| and these niggas just a fussin |
| thinkin that a niggaplayamade |
| didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade |
| from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd |
| you know how it go |
| all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight |
| we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight |
| and we can get blitz |
| and jam some Bone |
| and we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on |
| and nigga, know you feel me |
| I know, I know Im real |
| Im comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill |
| my diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendin |
| niggas comin down, starchin down on the scene and |
| give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe |
| I wanna hear this nigga sing |
| on my fuckin D bro |
| (Big Moe) |
| Chillin with my partna on his Bday |
| I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk |
| Im out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punk |
| Im comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pills |
| I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal |
| Im came through and ya know Im comin rollin hard |
| I represent that hood yeah the Tre Ward |
| You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene |
| Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine |
| (Kici) |
| Damn, chillin with my old school crew |
| thats how we do, wearin Nike shoe |
| Big Po-yo |
| and a charm |
| and I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm |
| when I come through bladed all popped up |
| we gone come on down |
| all these hoes |
| niggaz suck my dick |
| Im down with my click |
| all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick |
| that shit is kinda low |
| I never been a hoe |
| chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe |
| that boy be wreckin on these tapes |
| Im thinkin comin down |
| with a tight drop |
| with dem buck |
| I dont give a fuck |
| all them fuckin haters you know they stuck |
| cause Im strapped witha 9 |
| Im strapped witha 40 |
| Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy |
| cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack |
| Im stuck in this game and nigga its like that |
| thats how we doin do it down here, on the Southside |
| watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride |
| follow right behind, follow on up |
| we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck |
| all that shit, all that shit is good |
| and everything I have gotta be wood |
| all over, even in a Range Rover |
| Im born and raised to be a young soldier |
| call me a BG |
| but Im scorin a key |
| you know Im talkin about its that damn Kici |
| Im down on my knees |
| Im tryin to get on my feet |
| cause Im just steady sellin all the keys |
| come through, BMW, 96 new |
| or maybe 97, 24−7 Im puttin in work |
| and then I got… |
| man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it |
| gone back up the flow Ima un ass it |
| (Big Moe) |
| I done came through after every boys flow |
| Im that nigga Big Ass Moe |
| steady jammin my music slow |
| I came done through with my crew |
| pop trunk in that BMW |
| steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs |
| Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang |
| I bring another young G in on this mic |
| hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight |
| (Yungstar) |
| Then bring me in |
| my skin is my sin |
| Im thinkin brand new what Benz |
| off the showroom |
| them hoes they come soon |
| I gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broom |
| every time they be hopin |
| I know they be scopin |
| I gots to break em off |
| gots to leave they mouth open |
| cause they gots to talk down |
| diamond |
| watch I open up my trunk |
| showin nuthin but surround |
| Its all good |
| yes they dont know |
| baked potato and chive |
| when im hungrey hit that Long Drive |
| pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter |
| I gots to come through |
| scatter |
| I hit that fuckin quarter, its gone be a slaughter |
| we draped and dripped out |
| watch I bang with my daughter |
| let the top down |
| Im fresh off carceration |
| we swanger |
| in tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR |
| with the star |
| she come through, she know that I got car |
| Ima do |
| I got to show the 6 X 9 |
| gots to show |
| watch that boy be reclinin |
| Im |
| strait pop a pill and |
| Kici diamond grill |
| them boys is locked up |
| show |
| when I come through |
| watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop |
| gotta leave it smokin |
| cause this game aint jokin |
| Ima come through TV car wide open |
| come and please get me |
| watch I just spray |
| sippin like tha AK |
| gotta clear tha block off |
| tha Yungstar aint gone play |
| gots to pop |
| I bang in your ear |
| I shed so many tears |
| I bang R Kelly or Aliyah |
| gots to drop tha top real gently |
| Im sippin on that jelly |
| I might just come through |
| cause that boy be rockin steady |
| ESG is on lock |
| them boys aint gone stop |
| them boys be comin through |
| Im sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson |
| Im dressin nice |
| Im steady wreckin and ryhmin |
| Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin |
| Im fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours |
| and watch that mic get smokin |
| elite, I practice what I preach |
| watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach |
| they speech on with that boy Po-yo |
| they dont know, that D-mo |
| fixin to break em off but he doin it slow |
| and that boy Moe, he steady hummin |
| Keke said he comin |
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