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M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything

Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
Keen
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything

Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
Keen
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything

Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
Keen
[Big Moe]
Ah do ya thang
AH do ya thang
Blue moooon
Blue mooooon
Keep it funky baby
Keep it funky baby
Z-Ro
Z-Rooooooo

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Showin
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
the fliest one of all?)

Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
gold chain
Like I’m in the dope game
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
(Bitch I do my own thang)

Mobbed out lookin' like a G
See me
and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU 
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU 
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU 
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.

I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
I seen my little homie get smoked like
to the grave, haters got to behave
Learn by me, M-O-E from the one that street code to the game
I'ma maintain, I'ma let my nuts hang
I ain't scared to sip more
Maan!!
Them hatin' ass niggaz they be dead like Maan!!
Moe comin' down drank I dun spread like Maan!!
Comin' down real 4 my Texas fo' squash plexin'
Bought
Do ya thang, girl!
Fuck what they lookin' at!
We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast, baby, with so much gravy
You should call
time ya walk by in ya g-string ya put me in heat
you and some kids make my vision complete and that's for real cause...
 
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in
Screw, tell me what it do
Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true

I'ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty, chitty chop
With the stash
the fliest one of all?)

Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles, and if so
Is it for the sunken truth
the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles, and if so
Is it for the sunken truth
mind
Girl fighting over me like Brooke Valentine
I been known get down and do my thang
Got women over thirty-five screamin' my name

Flow so insane,
changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

You never know what I'm gonna do
If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool
Hey yo, could you