Big Pokey

Big Pokey - Still off the Chain lyrics

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(feat. Carmen Sandiego, H.A.W.K.)



[Verse 1: Big Pokey]

It's like this hea

Still off da chain

D-G-2-G 

I ain't off my game

Pop bottles of champagne 

Don and Cris

Boys don't want none of this

Rolex watch to numb the wrist

When Sensei drop 

Ya betta cop the disc

Don't cheat yaself

Betta treat yaself

If ya miss this hea

Ya betta beat yaself

It's Big Po Yo

Kilo cooka

Dope I move run through ya woofer

If it ain't a show 

Then I'm diggin in a hoe

Or in my backpack diggin up the store

Fuckin wit me like pickin at a sore

The more you fuck wit me the more I grow

I'm bout to blow like a pipe

Ya snprt this hea

You'll lose ya life



[Chorus: Carmen Sandiego]

2000 dope game

Sensei still off da chains

Party still kickin ya do

H.A.W.K. and Big PO-I O

[x2]



[Verse 2: H.A.W.K.]

I'm like the heat of hell

The blind to Braille

A hammer to a nail

A prison to a cell

The Chronicle sale

Buildin up clientele

And my venom is mo deadly 

Than a rattlesnake's tail

I'm the shit so I smell

My styles unique

Ya flow is antique

Ya jus a pip squeak

My technique

Is like hide and seek

If ya turn the otha cheek

Then ya ass is weak

I'll untie ya braids

Turn em into wave

Tie you down and beat you like an African Slave

Niggas quote me and Big Pokey

And recite our raps like kareoke

Don't provoke me 

In the studio

I'm good to go

Plus I got a dangerous flow

Now I know

I need a little H2O

To cool me off because I'm bout to explode

Wwwwhhhaaattt???????



[Chorus x2: Carmen Sandiego]



[Verse 3: Big Pokey]

Baby lost the deal

2 mo call

This Michael Jackson shit off the wall

Flat beds and U-Haul

Major digits

There's so many ways to get it

Don't quit nigga

Bite like a pit nigga

Gotta get so I let my heart tick

Bump

Grind

Bleed the block

It's a playoff game feed me the rock

Block like I don't stop move the chains

I got the heart of a lion

I can move a train

Don't snooze on it

You fuck around and lose on it

Like a big backyard with no pool on it

You a dub and tire

Fix a flat

Couldn't even move a brick an aristocrat

When this verbal assault hits ya head

Betta chill

Fa real



[Chorus x4: Carmen Sandiego]
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