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Best of Big Pokey, Pt. 1-2 (Big Pokey) · Pokey in the Bobo (Baby Snufkin) · Circle Dance: The Hokey Pokey Charity Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do the Hokey Pokey: Learning with Action Songs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey [Bonus Tracks] (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Linda Thompson) – and 90 other albums »


[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 shiny jet plane in the sky 
Please drop us off as we go by 
We're an American band
And everything is rockin' out of control 
When we hit
superstars
Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up
Girl, I can't understand you
You're like reading a big fat book in Hebrew
I can tell by the way you drool
You don't mean to be cruel
Oh baby
niggas.
Khujo, Gipp, all of them nigga.
I'm doing this shit here, we ride this bitch here.
I want to see them hoes ride nigga.
Pokey in this here nigga
yeah yeah"

The winter days, they last forever
But the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts,
I'd rather be home,
But I make my livin' on the go
Big silver eagle spreads her wings
And drops us at another show
I think about holdin' my baby
a motherfucker,
With the ganstass nicknames,
Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,
True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
bitch on the side, drivin' the '73
everybody be buggin
Big boulder holdin' you know D-Loc and Johnny Richter 
All skunked out at the bar drinkin' pitchers 
And all we want to do is grab some
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
till our dreams run dry?
Don't know but we're stayin'
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holdin' on and prayin' to find
One blue sky

Mrs. Wilson sits
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
I've got some big news 
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside it sure is a nice
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
then they hate to go
Yo, Its to late to blow
Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low
 
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns
camoflauge
Dark ceaser holdin' my nuts, played the buildin' front
Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growin' up schooled by O.G.'s, holdin
the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit' crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" 
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" 
I said "Damn man I'm riding in his Lexus 
I'm
we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop my demo, and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die