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[Z-ro] Well it ain't no plex with the |
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East and the |
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West With plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest |
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So leave your pistol at home cause we ain't trying to go to war |
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The common denominator in the sitution is barre like a star you can shine with |
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Roll on 20's and smoke pine with me |
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C'mon and try to leave your mind with me |
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Steady be sellin, celebratin, for payin our dues |
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With so much drank in my cup the soda water don't even move |
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I's a playa can't associate with the plexin |
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Bone hard, |
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Richmond, |
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Mo City, Texas |
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And a veteran don't get me wrong cause put you a glass |
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Pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass |
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Take a chill pill bill |
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Blow some kill pop the steal |
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Since we won't ba seen |
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Sippin syrup till we leave |
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From the dirty-third coast it ain't no roach a |
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G So fill your cup up to the brim and have a toast with me [Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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All I wanna do, is bang screw |
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In my dirty-third, city of syrup |
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Bang Screw [Big Moe] |
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Big Moe don steped in (2X) |
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I done knocked out twins (2X) |
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Moe-yo comin down |
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I'm throwed |
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Ballin outta control it's |
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Big Moe I'ma let you know (2X) |
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I done let the po 4 (2X) |
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Can't nobody sip mo than moe-yo |
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It's Big Moe drank baby |
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I done came down (2X) |
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Up out H-Town (2X) |
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And you know |
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I'm throwed a |
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G The M-O- |
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E cocked up on three |
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I'm comin down threw in my day moe-yooooo |
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Screwwwyeah |
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Moe comin down made that candy wet moe-yoooo |
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Said a moeoooo |
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Big Mow ridin down on chrome |
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Y2K with my headlights on |
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Crossin threw the yellowstone |
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Bout to scoop me a yellowbone |
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Po six and my stop one |
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Time for me to pay my phone |
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Hatta'z better leave |
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Moe alone |
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In other words just sing the song |
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Chorus [Z-ro] |
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In the city of syrup we like to jam music slow |
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Still come up substance make them hit the floor 84's and vouls with the freshes on my lows |
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Specialy on the fours doors |
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Bump the strape againts rows |
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Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard |
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Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard |
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Charge the platinum card and the visa to the max!!! |
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Still won't get no sleep till my click see some cacs |
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Cadillacs and six packs we guys bangin screw |
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Click click clack, get yor wimp ass threw |
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Payin do's and stayin tru is the rule of the game |
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On top of the food chains |
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Bangin screw it won't change for nothin |
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Chorus 4X |
