Big Pokey

Big Pokey - Duck-N-Buss lyrics

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(feat. 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 x2: Lil' O]

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 x2: Lil' O]



[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 x2: Lil' O]



[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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