Big Pokey
Big Pokey - Dog Proof songtekst
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Drug trafficking, cocaine manufacturing Columbian kingpin, subtracting and steady gattling Capture and kill, taking over poppi fields Cocaine cowboy, kept it raw clocking mills Popping steel through the shields, like a shotgun blast Up and down the Interstate, overloading the stash Blow like gas, for my paper I'ma mash We rolling in cash, Federalies on my ass Pass me the mask, and burglarize your residence Salute to my troops, to execute all the evidence My excellence, and cheap prices keep em coming Dope running money laundering, no need to be wondering Through lightening and thundering, we gotta get this dope sold Stomping and pumping, plus dumping it by the boatload This game cold, with the blocks compressed in a casket I heard you packed it wrapped it in plastic, it's getting drastic [Hook - 2x] Fo' drugs we packed it, dog proof cause we wrap it Dirty vault can't get caught, fin to stay drug traffic Now you have it, the measures is drastic we balling Motorized stash spot, for the blocks that we hauling [Big Pokey] You niggaz talk that talk, but can't walk the talk From fifty packs to a vault, time to mash this clout See I'm in and out, making boys a believer Hit like Hurricane Alisha, giving the block a seizure Motorized stash spot, in the fo' do' Honda And this bitch named Kiana, she's a thoed dope runner It's coming in from Columbia, fo' the dons of location Beyonce's and Filipian, come Korean and Asian Fabricators exatturators, add hippocrites to the game Cross the Chevis Entertain, catch a clip to the brain Cocaine passed compressed up, getting imported by boat Peep the words I'm fin's to quote, I bled the block till it broke Made way with occasions, swallow by like raisins Clear triggas for these niggaz, and figure em out like equations Mashing back to my spot, cause my spot be jumping Bleed the block blow the glock, while I'm grinding and pumping Pumping and grinding, and avoiding the laws I hop the gate from my draws, hold the rocks in my jaws Calling shots hauling dots, that's the way that I live CEO Executive, putting some'ing in y'all ear [Hook - 2x] [C-Note] I got to scale the dope, by the pound I got some niggaz that wanna sco', they from out of town The ki' cooker, got me a burban C hooker I floss in the Benz on Lorenz, and we took her Now baby can you make mo' runs, than Mark McGwire Or can you make more funds, than Gomer Pile I need bitches for hire, six ki's in the tire They'll never catch me with my funds, cause it's all on the wire Or in a net to my house, two hundred G's in my vault From state to state Texas plate, I hope that bitch don't get caught I ain't taking no loss, I can't get caught in the cross And ghetto dreams I'm on they team, and I'm loving the floss From counting pennies to plenty, many big face twenties We gon ball till we fall, mix the Henny and Remmy Blowing blunts with the cuzin, I'm riding dirty like Dozen The fast cash I'm loving, can't get caught drug smuggling [Hook - 2x]