(Big Moe)Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaaheeThat nigga Big Ass MoeChillin with my partna named D-moIts on his birthday we comin throughIn a niggas trunk is a nigga named ScrewAnd I got that boy Kici in heahAnd that boy Poyo and these hoes heahAnd we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati FleaComin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-eYeah that nigga JoeI done came through, Big Moe never been no hoeI'm up on this tape, never gonna hateIma come through bouncin on my scrap plateYeeea yeeee(?)Im gonna smoke some fuckin bluntsPop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna comeComin down the 'vardActin hard, not fraudComin through Po-yo gotta yella broadAutomatic hoe, gotta yella hoeComin through the boulevard can't rock 'n rollI never gave a damn, my juice gonna slamI'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yamsMy partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin cribI just dumped out a whole bunch of fry dealsI'm just kinda fried, I don't know whyI just popped up eatin breakfast askin why(Big Moe)Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeahIts them boys off that Long DriveThat nigga D-mo(D-mo)Here I go, here I goGettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killaBecause we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trillaCause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yoI even gotta tight what cut from the playa JoeMan let me get my shit rightCause Im not gone be the one to fall offCause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss20 G's up in this bitch be jamminNiggas comin down pop trunks just slamminNiggas hit the van on the candy and them bladesNiggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paidEverybody late and Ima just gone playAnd bitches be trippin cause they don't wannaEver stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin badSo I get my cash and I act madI mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' LacA nigga comin down with blue and purpleComin down with a 5th in the backAnd Im feelin so trueGot much love for my nigga named ScrewThe Kici's in this bitch, my nigga JonathanI got about 6 or 7 pounds from himHe broke em all down and we all got highAnd niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bysCause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or redWe like that fuckin green, papers what I saidBig Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singinComin through just like hell, the bells are ringinBig Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the storeCause it be goin down for the boy D-mo(Big Moe)Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-eI represent that Southside, yeah the 3Hooked up with them boys off that Long DriveYou know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta striveTo the T-o-p, that's the top manIma come through nigga down to bring the painIf these hoes down to jack, I want you to knowWe comin down bald fades, not afros.(Kici)Now we chillin, now we just leaninAnd we comin up fixin to pop up on the sceneJust got some drank from that boy with that birdAnd you know we just hooked up on some syrupNow you know we gone, goin real strongI thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride longDrop roll barre, that what I wantIm comin on down jamminI gotta be slammin, gotta be cominAnd you know we smoke weedWe don't fuck with embalminCause that shit bad for a G like meI guess I represent Southside lil KiciI showin em, Everybody got on they NikesAnd you know what everybody higher than a kiteOr they just leanin in they seatSmokin swisha sweetsWant some fuckin crackGone and hit me on my beepA-I-R, sippin on tha barreNigga you don't understandNigga in our carGot 4 TVs all up in the seatsAnd I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweetsI'm just what reclininNigga bumper climbinMan what's up in my mouth is steady diamondsYeah everbody like, where the night?Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shiefGone break them hoes offGone represent the SouthIma come through drinkin lean and I aint gonna coughIma let them boys know how far I can goIma just wreck down on the fuckin down lowKeep my shit optimo in my mouthBecause they be runninIm just a chill for awhile cause they know Im cominIm comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwedIm comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoeThose hoes out to get ya for everythingBut Im out there tryin to come up and swangOr chop up on some bladesI keep a tight fadeYou know Im always on my paper chaseAlways get my green, always on my leanMe and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the sceneIn a classic seatYeah that's a sheetAnd you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin keySo guess what, I open my dresser drawerKici's jeans and a key, that's what I sawI saw a bunch of shitNow I be legitIm just in the gameAnd the Kici aint gonna quitIm steady steady husslinSteady steady strugglinBoys don't know and Im tired of mean mugginSo I get my nine out cause they got some staticCock my shit back cause I got an automaticFlem got the 40He gone get rowdyAnd ya don't want that shitCause it's gone be naughty, by natureFuck a playa haterIma come throughAnd ya know Im down to spray yaLet them boys know came here with tha YungstarAnd he fixin to flow, and he aint no fuckin punkSo Im fixin to pass itHoppin like a rabbitMan Im comin through got paper gotta have itUnder my damn bedAnd Im flippin redIf I get caught with keys I goin fedBut that aint on my mindNo Im not thinkin about 9Im thinkin bout 18Man it's my timeTo pop up on the sceneAnd show my fuckin necklessCome down the boulevard, straight up wreck itIn a damn linePop trunk, surroundMe and my partnas, yeah you know we comin downDiamonds in our grillTell me how ya feelNigga wassup, yeah we got gold grillTha shit don't stopTha hoes gonna bopCause we gone come through and we got hard rockYep, always lookin, hooked up with tha clay, always cookinGone blade knifeCookin keys in the kitchenGive me nine ouncesLemme get up on my missionMake my damn greenSo I can be like youKici's in this bitchChillin with my partna screwFixin to give it to this boyGoin flip his toungeMan go on, go on, go strong(Big Moe)Heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaahIm gonna bring young G in on this micHis name is YungstarYou know that he's rollin tightIm gonna bring him in and Im comin downIm comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town(Yungstar)Out H-town, showin surround by soundYesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but groundIm talkin shit they didn't likeRidin marble whiteI might just break em off, when I come dripped out rightIm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by VersaceHoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock meAs I slow the beat downSee the diamonds face strongWreckin whole H-townComin through and we downWith them hoes wanna see me, yellas in bikinisBreak em off for D-mo, it's his birthday and that KiciOn that Long Drive, order baked potato with chivesIm gone come through watch that boy gots to go outYes Im goin off, cause I gots to go manWatch I come throughWatch I throw the West with my handGo and get me someBreak em off with my pumpI gots to come through and I gots to get dumbBoys steady swervinPickin em up at SterlingGots to send shots, send Piper to that MervynsAnd they carved in stoneI can go onI can just flow grippin on a mobile phoneIts tha PoterolaIm a money folderGot that grey Seville, and that grey cup holderGrippin on tha grainCause so much painTo that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grainWatch A-Team me as I pop and I shineIma break em off see that Flip just reclineStill is a minor, wood on the vinylTV VCR, lay back gone reclineAnd they just mad draped and dripped in that CaddyHoes get mad cause I aint no mack daddyGotta flip my toungeYes be leavin them sprungBust some shit out some lungDon't know how it's goin, Yungstars still flowinFlippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowinSee that boy me and PooHes steady jammin ScrewTwo toned bladesFlippin rollin with tha whole crewYes that screw you he's a dealerBoy had a seizureIts that '96, Kiki locked we gon please yaGots to wreck shop '96, I aint gone stop itGots to come through at that beach we gone drop itI aint gonna even playIm thinkin the MLKI might just flip a fourGet crazed tip tangerayOr be on the flip phoneThese hoes be on my boneI might just come with marbleJust to switch to teflonThese hoes be on my zipperIm bald fade with the clippersI might just come with BurbanI might just go and get wood strip aI gots to go downI gots to just wreck itAnd when I come through everybody wanna try to neglectThey try to talk downBecause I gots to go through the darkI see that boy Gregg & Wood lost in that East ParkKiKi on lock, I aint forgotThat Yungstar wreck the micThat Screw done wrecked it upSo you know they aint gone likeHow we did it, it's that boys BdayI came what fadeGots to sip that TangareyIma steel foolFrom tha SouthsideWe don't bang bang, yes my mouth is what dryIm gone wreck shopGots to send it to thatBoysIm a one thrillerGots to watch tha scandalShop at that RandallHit that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandalGot em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweetThem hoes be on my dickBe blowin up it be so neatDon't settle for lessThese don't try to impressThat's why I break em offThat new pair of GuessI hit that SterlingThat MervynThem hoes they don't know meI might holla at PokeyOr go and get that 40Them boys be steady doin itKnockin off the unitHit that big bayWe aint flew itDripped and we draped outKnow what I talkin boutYou don't see my diamondsCause them boys comin outIm a take and break the micYes that got me goinYung's steady flowinAnd Im steady what blowinGots to pass it that Po-yoCause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do itThis aint '94 hoe(Big Moe)Yeaaah yeeeaaaahChillin with my boy on his birthdayIm that young G, yeah M-o-eGotta bring my partna in yeah that PokeyHes comin out that Southside, yeah the StoneYou know he's comin through with a pocket full of chrome(Big Pokey) [14:16]A nigga on a mission, steady hittin bitchesPump steady itchin, boys steady wishinTalkin down on a nigga nameIma hit the boulevard grippin wood grain19's gone be turnin, got the wood sterninJoe in the back got the chronic and it's burninSmokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yoSippin on the 8, idle up the poe-poeIma come down wit the deuceLet the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juiceSittin sideways, boys in a dazeOn a Sunday nite I might brang me some mace, maybe OJ'sHoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazyWanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked downI can't get locked, hold my glockIma come down, hustlin rocks on my blockCause they gone pay, gonna make my fedyKeep the beat steady drop your drop on the bellyMake your trunk wave, keep your corner paidMake that trunk wave from the cradle to the graveMe and screw you, what you wanna doLet me come down Po-yo got his crewGot my whole click, got to come downIma wave trunk, Im a gone so so fineIma hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and spritesRidin in the burban blades and Im popped up twiceWood strip got gold, leten em boys knowIma hop out with the crease in my clothesChain on my neck, rocks up on my wristDirt up in my piss, gotta partna named ChrisMovin keys, lemme chop em downIn my safe I gotta key and a poundPound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounceI had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounceI had to three wheel on the four, let them boys knowIma hit the boulevard slow and tip toeWith that boy Flemmin, yellow bone womenGot to come through real sexy, not skinnyDon't want no big fat bitchCant let that hoe ride with me on the switchGotta be playa, gotta be a starIma let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barreWe gone do it right, get a room later, aint no haterCant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skaterIma crawl like a gator, got my grillLet me come through pint bottle steady sealedSittin in my vault, cases got caughtHad to come down gotta partna named WaltThat's that boy Walter, I done had a daughterRocked up a quarter, threw on my damn StarterIt done got cold, money done unfoldLet me come down with a wood MomoThat's the wood wheel, Ima pop a pillHouse on the hill, got my mind on a millOn a mission tryin to get richDown to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitchAll up in my face, ridin got bassLate night on the what Screw with the GraceActin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cutGot that P-a-t fixin to slap another slutLil Keke, that KK, and tha HawkBoy be talkin down now watch this boy barkinThat's that boy Bird, rock 73rdLetem boys know we goin fed, what ya heardGot that Lil Three, and that mans off that BotanyGot that boy Joe thinkin blades and MazaratiGot that screwzew, bangin behind tintWindows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limitLet them boys know, flip phone I be foldin emFillin up my foreign ride with petroleumI gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noiseRent my car, gotta hit me a lick in DetroitSome in Alabama, some down in AsiaIm do it right move my cheese on my pagerBeats '18, 735 with screensTeal green, I be shootin my machineLike a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappinWhen a nigga steppin, nigga aint no preppinIn my corner cause yous a gonerIm smokin marajuanaBroke em off when I snatched my diplomaI walked across the stageI turned the page, no more minimum wageAnd my corner got paidKept fedy, kept it steadyMy partna named ReggieIm 330, so niggas say Im heavyHitin real hard, never did roidFat ass nigga, we'll fuck a yella broadAre ya black are ya brown, I let my top downSwang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouthIm from the South, what ya talkin boutThe haters rollin up so I got my glock cockedI aint no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcanoMe and my partna ZanoRon G, it's that grunga, steady smokin GunjaIm a come down bunch of moneyBoucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbitBoys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab itLemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a missionI gots to come down, knocked off a politicianKnocked off a judge, knocked off a lawerNow I comin down I hooked up with Tom SayerFirst to put some boys back in the gameIma show them boys throw my picture in the frameAint gone be lame, a partna named ShaneIma cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grainGone fade me up get a nigga so slappyGot a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happyWatch that Mo-yo, fixin to soloIma come through cause my grass startin to grow(Big Moe)Out tha backdoor, that nigga named PokeyIma comin out the Southside representin tha ThreeIm comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im realIm down out the South, down to pop me a pillIm rollin wood grain, down that South manIm out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the painBecause we comin down and my little boys gone wreckWe comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check(?) [20:55]Here we goin and the sweets are still burninPopped up twice and we watchin Higher LearningWith tha Cube and that Busta RhymesHit that Po on that beeperDown to score 9Fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha blockMovin rockGot my glock cockedHaters wanna stop but they cantGotta keep a drank and Im drivinBoy comin through and that Moe steady slidinIn a three we, comin down bumper fallSteady ballinHaters steady callin my nameIm in this game with the birdsHave you fuckin heardComin down knocked off a pint, what the syrupWitha gallonLookin for a stallionComin down and I got the chrome with medallionAnd my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouthFuckin with these boysAnd we could be out the SouthIn a busBlades are 19'sPo comin through and we got tha four screensWith tha VCRAnd we sippin barreComin down tinted up, new what carGot the woodgrainAnd you know Im steady knockinTrunk gone be poppinBumper unlockinAll you hear is BeepAnd Im comin down swanginComin down, let the top up it's fixin to rainAnd Im comin through and Im steady sittin sidewaysMy way, have to do it FridayIm comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im cominGrill witha womanOn tha block first and the leads steady pumpinI aint gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plusBoy comin through and Im sicka bein in a busFuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallonAnd that man pulled and we what....(Big Moe)Yeeeeaaaa yeeeaahIm comin through in my hoo-dooYou know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screwWe comin down, and you know we down to swang & bangIm out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hangI don't give a damn pop trunk Im gone slamIm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA JamIm comin through bangin screw in my hoo-dooIm lettin that nigga Joe on the micI thought you niggas knew(Haircut Joe) [23:30]Thought you niggas knewFixin to come downBangin and that tintWatch me come down and I gotForm that damn bamI love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jailSteady stack my mailWatch me come come throughChevy, lookin heavy, comin downAnd I gots to come downNigga just roll, lets just smokeWatch me come down and I aint no fuckin jokeSteady comin crunk, rollin up the skunkI done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunkRollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut JoeCuttin on tha fros, holla at ya knowWatch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoeGet he fuckin moneyLike it aint funny take out a bank accountLike some damn magic, what the hell happenedDon't take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappinNigga it's the truth, charge it to the roofA lot of niggas just wanna walk in my bootsBut they can't step on that what nigga levelWatch me come through nigga Im a just....man hold up(Big Moe)I done came through, chillin with my boy ScrewYou know we popped up in a foreign hoo-dooWe came through and we sippin on that drank barreWe comin down lookin like playas and like starsYou hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin GI represent that Three, that nigga M-o-eI came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-dooYou know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knewThat boy tha lean and fell on his headWe comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble redYou gotta feel me, that boy comin throughIm letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew(D-mo)Comin down chillinI got the Yungstar, I got tha Big MoeWe all goin fed, fuck goin agNiggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bagWe gotta make a livinNigga know Im realJammin ScrewI got to send it out to my boys Zane and crewMy nigga AdrianI got tha Haircut JoeFlowin in this bitchIts this nigga D-moMy boy from the treThey always pay lateI got to say what'sup to my nigga named ClayMy nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwedThat nigga named Rod just fell up on the floorHe can't handle shit, that nigga went downGoin down real, on the Southside of townWe comin jammin screwAnd we comin with my niggasAnd we rollin with our crewI got the nigga Yungstar from the SouthWas wreckin this bitchComin down with cadillacWith big ol fuckin bumper kitComin down 5th wheel slamminHoe just fanninBitch Im sayin itCause I fucked your mammaI fucked your cousinI fucked that bitchAnd these niggas just a fussinThinkin that a niggaplayamadeDidn't know I got a muthfuckin tight fadeFrom that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that JuddYou know how it goAll my partnas cut, all my partnas tightWe gonna get kill, leys get fried tonightAnd we can get blitzAnd jam some BoneAnd we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it onAnd nigga, know you feel meI know, I know Im realIm comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grillMy diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendinNiggas comin down, starchin down on the scene andGive this bitch back to that nigga Big MoeI wanna hear this nigga singOn my fuckin D bro(Big Moe) [28:11]Chillin with my partna on his BdayI done came through and a nigga raidin a trunkIm out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punkIm comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pillsI stay on tha Leal, yall know the dealIm came through and ya know Im comin rollin hardI represent that hood yeah the Tre WardYou know Im comin clean, Starchin down the sceneIm comin down sippin on that drank the codeine(Kici) [28:50]Damn, chillin with my old school crewThat's how we do, wearin Nike shoeBig Po-yoAnd a charmAnd I gotta have clean Rolex on my armWhen I come through bladed all popped upWe gone come on downAll these hoesNiggaz suck my dickIm down with my clickAll that hatin shit, that shit aint even thickThat shit is kinda lowI never been a hoeChillin with my partna tha Kici and Big MoeThat boy be wreckin on these tapesIm thinkin comin downWith a tight dropWith dem buckI don't give a fuckAll them fuckin haters you know they stuckCause Im strapped witha 9Im strapped witha 40Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdyCock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crackIm stuck in this game and nigga it's like thatThat's how we doin do it down here, on the SouthsideWatch us come up, watch us follow in our rideFollow right behind, follow on upWe gone come down Benz and bladed up truckAll that shit, all that shit is goodAnd everything I have gotta be woodAll over, even in a Range RoverIm born and raised to be a young soldierCall me a BGBut Im scorin a keyYou know Im talkin about it's that damn KiciIm down on my kneesIm tryin to get on my feetCause Im just steady sellin all the keysCome through, BMW, 96 newOr maybe 97, 24-7 Im puttin in workAnd then I got.....Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass itGone back up the flow Ima un ass it(Big Moe)I done came through after every boys flowIm that nigga Big Ass MoeSteady jammin my music slowI came done through with my crewPop trunk in that BMWSteady swang and bang on them fuckin thangsIm out the South a young G letten nuts hangI bring another young G in on this micHes called a Yungstar, he's comin so tight(Yungstar)Then bring me inMy skin is my sinIm thinkin brand new what BenzOff the showroomThem hoes they come soonI gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broomEvery time they be hopinI know they be scopinI gots to break em offGots to leave they mouth openCause they gots to talk downDiamondWatch I open up my trunkShowin nuthin but surroundIts all goodYes they don't knowBaked potato and chiveWhen im hungrey hit that Long DrivePick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platterI gots to come throughScatterI hit that fuckin quarter, it's gone be a slaughterWe draped and dripped outWatch I bang with my daughterLet the top downIm fresh off carcerationWe swangerIn tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCRWith the starShe come through, she know that I got carIma doI got to show the 6 X 9Gots to showWatch that boy be reclininImStrait pop a pill andKici diamond grillThem boys is locked upShowWhen I come throughWatch that boy wreck the fuckin shopGotta leave it smokinCause this game aint jokinIma come through TV car wide openCome and please get meWatch I just sprayISippin like tha AKGotta clear tha block offTha Yungstar aint gone playGots to popI bang in your earI she'd so many tearsI bang R Kelly or AliyahGots to drop tha top real gentlyIm sippin on that jellyI might just come throughCause that boy be rockin steadyESG is on lockThem boys aint gone stopThem boys be comin throughIm sendin shouts to 2pac, and that TysonIm dressin niceIm steady wreckin and ryhminIm steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclininIm fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on foursAnd watch that mic get smokinElite, I practice what I preachWatch me drop the top marble blue at the beachThey speech on with that boy Po-yoThey don't know, that D-moFixin to break em off but he doin it slowAnd that boy Moe, he steady humminKeke said he cominIm gone come through grill and womanPoppin trunk with ladyI aint packin no 380I might just come throughMovin back to the shadyI moved to RosenbergThat shit aint what ya heardIm a stay in SouthparkStayin down with tha herdStayin down with tha cattleI shake, then I rattleI might just come throughIts all about that grainLessonI gots to come through to young G's I be stressin17, promethyzine, creases in my jeanIm comin through wreckin micDope fiendI aint got time for pointin no red dotIm just bustinI aint got time for no capRobitussenWe sippin that barreTV VCR, we rentinIncarcerationPlaystationIn the what hoo-dooI aint sellin no ZuluI might just pop trunk now these hoes they doin VoodooThey wanna try to stick meThe foesIm might just come backWith Po-yo insteadKici is gonna shineThat boy Shaun reclinedI hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mineIts time I just chill and lay back and sip a 8Im sittin sidewayTV on tha scrap plateThey don't hate when they seeWe comin, we don't fussWe don't even cussWe swangas on the bus, Damn!
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