Big Moe
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(feat. T2) [talking] This your boy T2 and Big Moe Holding it down for that Dirty Dirty [Big Moe] Now I'm the Moe-da, the R-ola Yes sir I done told ya, Casanova none thoeder Stick blower drank po'er, wrecking the cot sober Lately, yes sir I done heard about ya hating me Cause the cho-cho's been stacking so, greatly But the po-po will sho' try to, take me But the Lord he so quick to pro, make me Yes sir my life can get, crazy But I'ma keep my head up, won't let it fade me yes sir [Hook - x2] Now do the Dirty hold it down, (yes sir) Candy slab ass dragging on the ground, (yes sir) The dirty South know what I'm tal'n bout, (yes sir) I'm bout to make the world feel me now, (yes sir) [Big Moe] (Big Moe do you believe in God), yes sir I do If you knew what was good for, you would too How else could I of made it thru the tribe, the shit is wild Now that I believe, and I know how And I promise, that if and when I get caught up It's fine, that I'm gonna be Ready, see I know I can make a difference in this world If you just, let me I'm so thankful for the day, that you came along And you just, helped me And I'm so greatful for the years, that you kept me here Alive, well and healthy So while I'm here I'ma ball, customized screens and all [Hook - x2] [T2] Now I'm the one behind the, yes sir T2 and Big Moe, from the City of Syrup H-Town hold it down, yeah we playa made Living lavage kicked back, leaning in the shade Shortstop and Wreckshop, that's a combo Mixing the colas, in the back is the gumbo Yeah it's tasty, (mmm) you want some well go get it That's a concussion for your mind, the first time ya hear it We screwed up that's slow-mo, Benz Coupe or fo' do' Thinking talking down on the South is good, that's a no-no Fa sho tho' boy, you better get your mind right Expedition outside, and my rims shine bright [Big Moe] Coming down, candy paint up on my ride That's how we do it, on the Southside It's the T2, and that boy Big Moe And you know, playas like us we get chose [T2] Yeah I'm the baby hustler yeah, I'm the tri-muscle Yeah I'm grinding on the streets, making my own hustle I got you loving that, haters got you mugging that You bring ya girlfriend around me, and she hugging that [Hook - x2]