June 27 Freestyle [Chopped & Screwed Version]

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Big Moe

Kenneth Moore (August 20, 1974 – October 14, 2007), better known by his stage name Big Moe, was an American rapper from Houston, Texas. He was known for a softer and slower style than other Houston rappers, including a mixture of rapping and singing that he called "rapsinging" as well as for his music that celebrated codeine-laced syrup as a recreational drug. more »

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(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
(?)
Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why

(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late and Ima just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin
Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros

(Kiki)
Now we chillin, now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont f*ck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you dont understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them hoes off
Gone represent the South
Ima come through drinkin lean and I ain't gonna cough
Ima let them boys know how far I can go
Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low
Keep my shit optimo in my mouth
Because they be runnin
Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin
Im comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, f*ck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop up on some blades
I keep a tight fade
You know Im always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah thats a sheet
And you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Kici's jeans and a key, thats what I saw
I saw a bunch of shit
Now I be legit
Im just in the game
And the Kici ain't gonna quit
Im steady steady husslin
Steady steady strugglin
Boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
F*ck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray ya
Let them boys know came here with tha Yungstar
And he fixin to flow, and he ain't no fuckin punk
So Im fixin to pass it
Hoppin like a rabbit
Man Im comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not thinkin about 9
Im thinkin bout 18
Man its my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fuckin neckless
Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grill
Tha shit dont stop
Tha hoes gonna bop
Cause we gone come through and we got hard rock
Yep, always lookin, hooked up with tha clay, always cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in this bitch
Chillin with my partna screw
Fixin to give it to this boy
Goin flip his tounge
Man go on, go on, go strong

(Big Moe)
Heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah
Im gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down
Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me
As I slow the beat down
See the diamonds face strong
Wreckin whole H-town
Comin through and we down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellas in bikinis
Break em off for D-mo, its his birthday and that Kici
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives
Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go out
Yes Im goin off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my hand
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swervin
Pickin em up at Sterling
Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns
And they carved in stone
I can go on
I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone
Its tha Poterola
Im a money folder
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
Grippin on tha grain
Cause so much pain
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain
Watch A-Team me as I pop and I shine
Ima break em off see that Flip just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR, lay back gone recline
And they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge
Yes be leavin them sprung
Bust some shit out some lung
Dont know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you hes a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon please

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