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tmoe tha great - pocket watchin' lyrics
[intro: tmoe tha great and intensify charts]
aye, tmoe, tmoe, tmoe
enviyon on the mix!
mhm, get in the crib
(get in the crib) look
[chorus: tmoe tha great]
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack (to a pack)
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang (with no gang)
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped
aye, pocket watchin’
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap (aye, aye, aye)
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped
[verse 1: tmoe tha great]
look, aj money, (woah), these n_ggas h_lla funny (why?)
and they talking all this sh_t (yeah?) like i won’t k!ll ’em for some money
he swear it’s nothin’ personal, (okay), i just get it ’cause i’m hungry
but he try me like a ho’ and i’mma shoot him in his tummy (look)
we just creeping in the night up through this b_tch (yeah)
we spot an opp? he ’boutta die up in this b_tch (pow)
i’m super geeked and plus i’m higher than the b_tch (d_mn!)
i told his ass, “don’t come outside” and he gon’ die without his bl!ck
now we poppin’ out, let off .45 shots, you hear the choppa sound (ooh)
he runnin’ now, headin’ to his coppa, we had hawked him down
he yellin’ now, mamas tell their babies, “get up on the ground”
don’t play around, ran his pockets then we shot him in his crown (uh)
[chorus: tmoe tha great]
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack (a pack)
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped
aye, pocket watchin’
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped (pow, pow, pow)
[verse 2: tmoe tha great]
brrrr, yeah, look, now there’s people, people who done saw this
but i’m gonna eat regardless, pop this sh_t and then we robbed ’em
but, now i’m lookin’ up, (what? what? what?)
there’s a figure in his charger, and we just had k!lled his partner (oh!)
he done pulling out, he’s barking
told him “duck,” he got hit like once, then he let it dump
he hit our trunk, hit up in my show and now my sh_t go numb
yeah, f_ck, i can’t even raise my gun, i hope my homie clutch
i look up, he hop out like “what?”
running fast as f_ck and d_mn, that’s tough
i said “boy, who,” (what?), “who you tryna shoot?” (huh, wow)
he said “you, you gon’ make the news, ’cause you not bulletproof!” (yeah)
i hear “boom!” now i look at dude, i see his head in ooze
i look at dude (woah), he like n_gga move, (aye), at least i coming soon
[chorus: tmoe tha great]
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack (gang gang)
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang (without a gang?)
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap (aye, woah)
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
aye, pocket, pocket watchin’
pocket watchin’, you get turned into a pack
talking sh_t? you better duck how you be ridin’ with no gang (without no gang?)
found that n_gga in his truck, he had his d_ck up on his lap
told that n_gga he too slow, he f_cked around and he got clapped
[outro: tmoe tha great and intensify charts]
look, heh, aye
nah, there was two n_ggas in the car though
yeah, f_ck stanley, he got his sh_t on his lap
(you real man, you know what i’m sayin’?)
aye, drizzy (yeah)
f_ck. (yeah!)
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