paroles de chanson June 27 - Big Moe

Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
(?)
Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late and Ima just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin
Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros.