Lyrics:
Communicators Nextel, two way Motorolas
It ain't a jail cell, that I know can hold us
This is the City of Syrup, like Big Moe done told ya
I got a ounce
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
painted lacs in rows
Wheels spinning back and forth
All i ever wanted was to drive
Sitting in my room watching slab music on rewind
Paul wall, big pokey
Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields,
ion really move cautious
But I keep a rocket n a pokey in my mf pocket
Lock in da sock if you really wanna talk shit
Ion like to pop shit but I
froze ben ten ten ten ten
Everything I do ten ten ten ten
Ayeeee'
Buckshot's let it flair like boom boom
Big booty gal and she shake it like boom boom
"Now I'm on my way to the big city
I'm goin' to New York"
40-Year-Old Version (the Mecca)
Yo, the Bronx, it's on you
It's Harlem, what!
Let
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
Uh-huh
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all
Ayo, I give it
ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
Uh-huh
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all
Ayo, I give it
ima live it up
I don't know when ima go so I don't give a fuck
Me and you against the world baby it's just us
Got the pokey in my pocket I don't trust
I'm always low-key when I'm by my lonely
Don't need to know my business
Just know I be working homie
You hear the rumble in my tummy
Man it means I
dick, V.I.P.
Your shit needs I.D.
[Repeat 2x]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in
and bread by systems that were horribly formed
A nightmare in Hell street where feds meet with informants
Active is the threat , I’m never one to be dormant
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be
Well this day in particular I was chillin and listening to big pokey, with something in my cup that's gone make you move a lil slowly
cnd the fit
I wanna be big
Like King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, dream job, fast cars
Like the kid Baskin that wish on Zoltar
Be big
Like
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
‘fore you approach me
Move around hokey pokey
I ain’t with it you should know
How far are you willing to go
Don’t run up on my brosky
Might have to make
my sons
Was locked for Christmas
Couldn't buy they toys
Nope, this ain't no PPP
Slimin' shit like FMB
Bitch, I'm with big Tray
All in a A, spinnin'
my life, you big stench (ooh-ooh)
The energy is triple six and mine is blessed (ooh-ooh)
Thank God I put them crosses on before we met (ooh-ooh,
stance, stay down with the buzzer (wow)
Ten toes, ten toes, big shoes, new soles
Fill those, fill those, ten toes, ten toes
Love your neighbor
Unless
Biggie
On fait des classiques comme Paul Wall et Big Pokey
J'envoie ça fort comme le grec de Milwaukee
Une prod de Thxnk, je mange ça comme un bokit
like Hokey Pokey
Out the pot I got that OG
Out the lung I am unloading
Smoke is flowing, barbaco-ing
Barbecuing, world is slowing
Getting baked
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