Lyrics:
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
or brown
Cause I got enough dick to spread around the town
To the little yellow girls with the slanted eyes
I wrap a bowl around my dick and then I yell
It's a little bit of that
And a little bit of this
Pop out of the crib
Mad ice on my wrist
Arms over yo bitch
She in love with my drip
Last night I
Go to the Monica, lots of things, I stay the same
Call it pocket change, big bro chains, I never ever been a bitch,
My last girl was, so a player had
get into this lets take a little leap
Back in time before this shit get really deep
Selling cocaine this shit was far from cheap
Little by little
nicht?
Oh
Well let me tell you ( Hicks )
a little about it about the City of New York ( Hicks )
Sing:
The big bad City
It’s nitty an’ a gritty
It takes
Little Layzie beat it
Daily collectin' me bank roll
Rollin' with Trues, nothing to lose
Never the less ain't about that talking
Screamin' out murder
stroll
See my former existence
Really took it's toll
When I broke them chains
When I clicked them anklets off
Found I could run with the big dogs
But still
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
still got food even when there's a drought
I got my name on a chain and rammy by my belt
Smoking on this pack gettting rid of all the pain I've felt
Man
runnin' they mouth
These niggas rookies, they ain't got enough clout But they steady in my mentions, that's why I'm runnin' they town
If you ain't got
new chain
Baguettes like a baker
I had to go put it right on
New life now
And it's getting pretty wild
Big crowd out
And it make me crack a smile
Time
sea
Gon baptise
You guys
Vuka pusha,
Bona sha panda
Sha pusha
N-Nigga
Skinny dip in a big bag
Full of money
Like a drug on the street
I never relax
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
field, don't matter where we are we
Have a big time, that's how we party
Hook up the log chain to the trailer hitch
Little four by four, red neck tug
[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
(glaaa glaa)
I swim big money money by the pound (by the pound)
My chain so heavy, yea im from the town
From the town
Yea
We in the party up here posted up
a mill
And still hold the block down like Big Will
But players from the other side of town
Is takin niggaz for clowns
Comin through bustin rounds
You would
a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town
Santa's left the building, baby
He's comin' for ya
You know, baby, a man gets lonely up
Just a little bit of you
Stuck in them 20 somethings tell me ain't that right now
Look how you get me tripping just by hitting my line
I talk about you
my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts
You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that
Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't
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