Lyrics:
fight it if you like take your time
I can guarantee you'll have the time of your life
Throw up your hands if you love a big booty
Big big big big big
fight it if you like take your time
I can guarantee you'll have the time of your life
Throw up your hands if you love a big booty
Big big big big big
love hip hop to death
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus 'cause I'm losing my breath
A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
week
The irony my homies locked up
When they been sellin' the keys
All for the love of the presidential bill
Like Hillary
I wrote this song for my moms
the hot box
She said, damn, is that your Glock
Every ho is about to flock
Come over, hey, let's talk
Got M's tied up in stock
R.I.P. Big Pokey and all
are
That's all that we are
That's all that we are
Is big, big love
Is big, big love
When I was a young boy
Used to hear the people say
Power
play with the pokey
Coco get low, an I love when she odee
You wanna be my lil wifey then show me
Ain't doin features unless you my Brodie
Big 93, I won't
did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself
Inside
to share
But fact we girls with the big fat booty too fancy to ever play fair
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can find it if you like take your time
I
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
lay you on the floor and tell you
bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
put the pistol to your head
ain't no love where I'm from, but you
her eyes say her please dont break me
Got all of my love but she claimin she hate me
It ain't my fault that i did what i did yea i had to move
Like Lois she nosy
She shaking her body
She do Hokey Pokey
Catch me outside like I'm Danielle Bregoli
Like Stewie I need all the money you owe me
My aunt
Ever since a yute we been livin blind fold
Fuck the rest only love who I know
I'm da fuckin guy hoe
Check my fuckin lines bro
cint no subtle
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
I need a big dick nigga with some Bankrolls
The type that love to show off I need One of those
Don’t gotta ask cus he provide it
Then I take that
(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
‘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
the bear, smokey the bear,
Pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each
my pocket
Like I brought the Crips out
If we gon' fuck, then keep it on the hush
Don't run your big mouth, bitch, just keep it zip
I got a zip,
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
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