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Best of Big Pokey, Pt. 1-2 (Big Pokey) · Let's Get Sum Drinks (DS of M) · Hoe Cakes / Potholderz (MF Doom) · The Hoe Tales (Monte Rok) · Stupid Hoe (Nicki Minaj) · Stupid Hoe (Off the Record) · Mo Money & Pimp a Hoe (Mr. Laster) · DJ's Choice: Halloween Hoe Down (DJ's Choice) · Stupid Hoe (Nicki Minaj) · Pokey in the Bobo (Baby Snufkin) – and 90 other albums »


throw these hundreds get that ass out these pants
I'm just puttin' on, I'm all about da bread
She give me da money den she gon' give you da head

Sum
suppose
You like the way I walk with this limp
Call me Third Ward Daddy Pimp
>From that big bad southern region
Bitch I ain't leaving till I see them hoes
There you go, 
Acting like a hoe

I don't know why I'll be fucking with you

Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that I'm with her
let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet

You can get a room on ya free time,
won't double tap that hoe
That you won't double tap that hoe

Must be a sucka, 'cause I been lookin'
Ya ass gettin' fine with ya big cookie
Niggas know I
[Big Pokey]
I'm a freestyle pro, gon perform
Mouth piece off the heezy, I don't mean no harm
Mic in my palm, can't you see I'm one of the ones
of people in pain
Take away friends and then add a few noughts
Dividing it by the first number you thought
And it's a gas man

Kill yourself if you want
won't double tap that hoe
That you won't double tap that hoe

Must be a sucka, 'cause I been lookin'
Ya ass gettin' fine with ya big cookie
Niggas know I
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
[Big Pokey]
Before the streets swallow me, I'ma swallow the game
Just use your brain, cause you could lose or gain
The rules remain the same since
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug
Make ya wanna holla hidy hoe,
Burns your tummy don't you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a mason jar
Homemade
wit sum mo'
Probly fuckin on yo hoe
If you car got took I'm tha one who threw tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets
How you do that I call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
Now watch out for the twist
Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich
But you thought them niggaz would never do that
Until they
many mollies, I'm in Michigan
Put my hoe friend out the spot, you know she listening
And I might be in some trouble if she mention it
I might get
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what
on a hoe cause you think she's fine

Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what
Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know
Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know
Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
[Big Mike]
This goes out to you H-O-E's
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin G's
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big Mike aka Big D D
Big
bout it, bout it (get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)
Mercy Caller you know he's bout it bout it
the funeral

[Chorus]
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are are-i-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change