Big Pokey

Big Pokey - Hardest Pit songtekst

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[talking]

Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn

And it go down for real, niggaz can't see me

Know I'm talking bout, I'm ean that



[Big Pokey]

Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin

I'm to the point of nine bars and, keep it throbbing

If you swing I'm bobbing, even if I'm dobbed out and mobbing

The only dope corner, in my Jordans

Niggaz is stars and, they need to get they game sharpened

Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened

I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking

And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking

Steady sparking, pounds of killa

Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala

I load eighteen wheelers, full of yale

Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail

Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail

Plus you know, that a young nigga built to scale

A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator

Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator



[Hook x2]

The haaaardest, the hardest

(rule number one, always keep it reala)

(number two on my chest, a untamed guerilla)

Keeping it reala, the realest

(cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla)

(take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter)



[Big Pokey]

I'm a thuggish nigga, on drank I'm sluggish

Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage

Keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock

From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot

Dome shot connector, red dot reflector

Fifty pound dissector, when I'm buying from Hector

Calls collector, plus a snitch detector

I.Q. like leopard, dope game perfecter

Mobstyle protector, sky street infector

I'm a platinum editor, CEO director

Chin checker, just a certified wrecker

Sweeping up sets, like a Black & Decker

I got Texas ways, it's simply cause I'm Texas raised

And handle all animosity, with techs and K's

Split toupees, I stain the brain

Everything gon remain the same, what's my name



[Hook]



[Big Pokey]

Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose

That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues

Leave no clues, cause niggaz is fools

Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice

Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice

Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise

It's nothing nice, if it ain't your time

Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down

I stay on top of mine, my game

And stains niggaz brains, like mines rain

It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame

(what if you off the chain), then you best to hide mayn

Spit verses for change, and bring the pain

Rap game John Wayne, (that's a god damn shame)

Infrared for aim, when I rain

This a nigga you can't contain, uncut cocaine



[Hook x4]
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