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Big Moe - It's About to Go Down lyrics
[Chorus: (Big Moe) & Toon] If you thugging in the club (thugging in the club) And you rolling on dubs (rolling on dubs) You ain't tripping, showing love (and showing love) Say it's about to go down You got money in your city (money in your city) And the mamas looking pretty (mamas looking pretty) If you feeling what I'm feeling (feeling what I'm feeling) Say it's about to go down [Mr. 3-2] As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete That g, oh he and I stays on feet Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot Plot all day boss hogging for position Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. 3-2 Really though big baby and it's 2002 Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo I'm boy hard Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar Swangers, on my guard, in a old school I'm a god damn fool, start to busting with the two Fresh braided, player made it, deuce out the roof Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy [Chorus] [D-Gotti] Cash me gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch Watch her get a china facelift Gear shift, we performing up in the land Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight Watch us be the star traction and a harder night More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze These hoes, all on a nigga dick cause I'm young, fly and rich Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws Hoes whisper to eachother girl I think he played ball No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock Turn around and swap game for a political job R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see Gucci boots on her feet, gucci boots on my feet I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat [Chorus] [Lil' Flip] When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean I got a box of dougnuts from Crispy Creme Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists I roll up a philly, roll up a philly Head to the town and watch 3rd Ward Billy Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh [Chorus] [Noke D] I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed Gucci wardrobe to match the gucci soles Gucci hoes and hop out the SL I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell We sell, everything you need Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling t.v.s Moe and me, we have been a lot Looking for some head in a ittle bitty shop On top, on wrist rock it's going down H-Town southside 3rd Ward bound Pulled up acting and class so they'll know The south on shine cause we ain't broke no more [Chorus] |
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