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Big Pokey - Duck-N-Buss lyrics
f/ Lil' O, Godfather (*talking*) Tearing it up in this motherfucker, on the real 2000, mixing it up, Chevis Camp, what [Big Pokey] H-Town is the place, and you better respect it Where G's get dissected, my corner's infected Teflon bullet blockers, keep chest protected Bitch niggas get crushed on, they vest neglected These streets is hectic, I'm on top of my game Niggas ain't waterproof, and I'm about to rain Verbal cocaine, now they calling me cheap These gats I pack crack hats, to settle the beef I roll with big heaters, chrome body deleters They turn packs of jackers, into sizzling fajitas All bugs and mesquitos, get hit with the swallow Take it from me, big boss in DADA Run right through Nevada, move blast the zone You can't see me, with your glasses on Motorized stash spot, when I stash the chrome And if I have to pull it out, I'ma blast you homes [Hook: Lil' O - 2x] You better make room, duck we bust You bitch niggas, don't wanna fuck with us We'll get masked up, and we'll rush your cut And even hoes get hit man, we'll touch the slut [Godfather] You never know what nigga, might want you dead This is starving hitmen, a lot of niggas got bread Caught him myself, put one in his head Got away smooth, now I'm running from FED's You never know when I retaliate, coming in dark Was coward bitch nigga, that had no heart Now my gun gon spark, and the world won't start Use to be associates, the streets split us apart Separated like a divorce couple, the more troubles Potato over top of the nozzle, to make the sound muffle Have your town puzzled, nobody heard it Nobody cried, nobody cared when you got murda'd You just a average, I send slugs through your fabric Put him out his on my mathematics, I'll let him have it You know how my men play, Big E and Sensei I made hits with Pittsburgh, like Clemente [Hook: Lil' O - 2x] [Big Pokey] On the real G's, flex with us We sending cooked up compressed, to broke down to dust What good is a pie, if you can't eat the crust And divide that motherfucker, between each of us See a nigga like me, I'ma feed the fam And don't give a damn, if it's green eggs and ham Bitch niggas get slammed, trying to take what's mine I'm the nigga with the iron in front, aimed at your blind Side, it's something foreign sitting wide Peeping, bout to let off and ride That's how it is, I'm just a nigga with mad skills Knock through the soundbox, ripping the mad real It's states was at Bailor's gates, and mad bills Mad deals, eleven hundred with glass wheels Now we hitters off the lot, as is Chevis Camp, looking like the damn deal [Hook: Lil' O - 2x] (*talking*) Watch that bitch cause we'll touch the slut, for real Chevis in this motherfucker repping fo' life Said that, meant that, represent that, know I'm talking bout Me and that fucking it up for this 2K, it's too serious baby We'll touch the slut, cause on the real, watch out |
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