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(Billy Cook)Oooooh-oooh, Iiiiiiiiii`m so throwed, in the gameIn the two triple O, Po-Yo, Billy G, aaaaaaaay[Hook: Billy Cook - 2x]I`m so thoed in the gameAll the haters wanna know my nameI`m pushing weight, to leveling the gameOpen up your eyes, and see the fame[Big Pokey]I`m so, thoed in the gameBlood and sweat, got a nigga feeling the painMoving like a freight train, and ain`t looking backTrying to make the big head stack, feel thatOpen your eyes, I`m a wolverine on the riseMobbing like Wise Guys, my eyes on the prizeRecognize, it`s a hell of a feeling It`s cathedral ceilings, I`m building and shuffling shillingTrying to touch a million, `fore my time is upI ain`t touched it yet, so I ain`t blind enoughAnd the playa haters agitated, cause the figgasI done calculated, I put it in they face laminatedNonstop, let em know my guns chopAnd if it`s on, I`ma make they lungs stopSnitches, I`ma snatch they tongue outOooh yeah, know I`m talking bout[Hook: Billy Cook - 2x][Big Pokey]I`m a playa, lose corners checking my trapHitting gaps like Warren Sapp, trying to make something happ`nDay for day with it, on the block getting paid with itTwenty fo` seven, I stay with itI don`t play with it, I pump it niggaLaws come dumping, all the neers gate and jumping niggaGet my bail on, head home and get my cell phoneSo I could re-up, and get my mail onThis ain`t the first time, I lost my do`Or toss my do`, as long as I ain`t lost my hoeCan`t cry over spilled milk, just jump on my gameAnd make my gears shift, real swiftI`m a threat, one of the realest you ever metIf I`m trading a set, with a brick and some wetIn the big body Lex on dubs, pop pushed upSitting low on the dubs, nigga what[Hook: Billy Cook - 2x][Big Pokey]All I need is a three beam, and coffee mug to shakeBig bag of weight, compressed and duct tapedPeep the print on it, K-9 can`t get a scent on itBust that hoe down, and let the fleas get bent on itMy hustle, I`ve been known it for deepKeep my game concrete, cement under my feetHead up, moving in the right directionKnowing I can make a mill, with the right connectionMob Style through Texas, a A-1 selectionAnd I spit the truth, like a sinner in confessionHauling wessins, waiting for something to jumpFirst nigga to bump, will catch a hot one in his gumGet your paper by all means, gotta surviveWorking this crack of construction, from nine to fiveBut it`s my time to shine, I`ma blind they eyesKnocking my rides off like french fries, supersized[Hook: Billy Cook - 2x]

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