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big pokey - m.o.b. كلمات الأغنية

(-talking-)
uh, ha, straight up, sensei ha
2000 and 2 ha, ha
it go down, s.u.c. for real
mobstyle for life, uh n-gga

[hook – 2x]
and it’s m.o.b., money
over bullsh-t, you know me
keep it low key, what a n-gga told me
a n-gga don’t know, what a n-gga don’t see

[big pokey]
in this rap game i come, from the back of the pack
now they respect my work, like i’m packing a mack
everytime i sound check, i’m cracking the deck
on track split wigs, like a x in the hat
you know how i act in the lac, i’m a hog
t.v.’s back in the back, got to fall
texas boys crawl, like a n-gga with his legs cut
k bullets hit n-ggas, and they edge up
pay attention, focus n-gga
third, fourth and fifth ward rogus n-gga
4-4, southwest vaulters n-gga
better have that on your mind, when you approach us n-gga
a b-tch’ll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
you g about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
i get a broad pimp of grain, i need to be in the pimp of fame
they think it’s hard, but it’s simple man

[hook – 2x]

[big pokey]
i’m a gangsta, and i’m out of control
drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll
pay the toll when you p-ss, it’s the bill collector
cocaine disector, come with hannibal lector
tell the visual projector, when i’m watching a fl!ck
i reckon need to had your chick, cause i got paper to get
hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders
stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder
i’m balling n-gga, three hundred-sixty degrees
in the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g’s
hollow t-i-p’s, choppers and barettas
f-cking with my cheddar, i wet up n-ggas sweaters
young in the game, crunching on n-ggas like ab work
and i’mma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurt
feel that, take it from a real cat
or be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back

[hook – 2x]

[big pokey]
pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawest
cold as a meat locker, which as being i’m flawless
att-tude hoggest, mentality doggest
i pimp my bone, once from august to august
i’m an animal, in the booth i’m a cannibal
with a appet-te like hannibal, b-tch i’m flammable
i’m bout to lock it up, beneath the key
s-e-n-s-e-i, that’s me
get ready for three minutes, of constant head rushing
crushing mice, it’s a verbal head busting
i’m a mic ripper, plus a motherf-cking bike flipper
when i’m on the d-mn mic n-gga
i’m the real deal, like evander
something boys really can’t handle, pull my scandal
uh, uncut cocaine
putting pressure on your brain, man

[hook – 4x]

- big pokey

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