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Текст песни Big Pokey f Big E, Big Moe, Chris Ward - D Game 2000

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* send corrections to the typist(Answering Machine Message)man that niggas a hoe manthis ol south ass niggayou think you throwed you aint throwed boybetter take that weak shit on boythis shit aint for kids boyleave it to the grown men sonhoe ass nigga,weak ass nigga,dick in the booty assnigga man,get that weak shit out of here manniggas don`t play games around here boyfuck get took out in this game sonbetter stay on the bench where its safe boydon`t fuck around wit these real hawgs{*BEAM*}(Chorus:Big Moe)Why Y`all Still Talkin Down(they still bumpin that trash)Why Y`all Still Talkin Down(gonna catch one in the mask)Why Y`all Still Talkin Down(we on points percise)Why Y`all Still Talkin Down(uh Do that Northside for life)(Big Pokey)Niggas know me cause I hawg the tracklow vouges on Escalade`s I bought me thatand everywhere I go I hall a gata platinum plus`ll slash all of thatyou know me I`m a balla blackI`m a ball till I fall have a ball attackif I played for southern I`d hawg the swatand I`m still a D dealer I hawg all the cracksquash the chat I`m a C-E-Oask wodie for real ya`ll ask C he knowpeep my steelo I`m off the chain4 days out the week I`m flossin grain4 month`s did shows sasa (?)got me a house built (that`s awesome mayn)knocked off the studio house of painand I fly first class first off the plane(Chorus)(Chris Ward)I`m Chris Ward I`m off the stone BoulevardI stay danked out and dranked out full of noiseif a hater got plex I`ll pull his cardsunplug ya lights and send you to the Lordcause I heard threw the hate line you wanna take minewell pick a number nigga wait in linego threw jackas like these break em downfor I married the streets I went on dates wit crimeand I don`t make club songs I make thug songsspitt verses and make niggas put they mugs onyou suckas can catch me in Guess jeans and Nugs onsellin on the same corner that you sell ya drugs onChris Ward is on the block and the street is mineand you don`t wanna get caught up when I sweep the dimeI might sweep it early I might sweep at nineand I don`t care if you sleep wit ya heatersbecause I creep with mine(Chorus)(Big E)When you talk behind my back you feel you lackin 2000 Big E the real pitt on the trackchitter chatter it don`t matter me myself woman flatterif you talk down you`ll fuckin get ya brain splatterbut we talkin street sweeps and glockssome thugged out niggas that bring heat to blockswe some swisha sweet smokers boys rich as Oprahwe in the club smokin okra back of the strip like(?)party with gardies smoke trees like jet skiesmajor playas who make goals like Gretskywhy ya`ll mad talkin like ya`ll turned fedI know ya`ll the type of faker who likes breadfrom the dead end section Houston,Texasget a new car every year don`t need a (??)I`m a C-E-O they wanna see me flowNorthside screwed up makin music go slow(Chorus)(talking till end)

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