Текст песни Big Pokey f Mr. 3-2, Lyrical 187, Bettye - Fire
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[Hook: Bettye]On the block pack a gat, watch your back boyCause you know that`s hot, and them hatersDo your thang and come on home, cause you knowThat I`m waiting, with that fire[Lyrical 187]5 in the morning, ain`t no yawning ain`t no time for sleepingI`m still working the block, the block still bleedingI`m still toting a glock, cause niggaz be schemingI still want what you got, until then I ain`t leavingBattle scarred and hard headed, off of the streetsWas brought up in the hustle, the game supported meDay to day grinding, gotta make sure we eatGotta make sure, we can step out on the block and be seenTrying to let all them fiends know, I`m back on the sceneGot them power packs ready, Scottie throw down a beamUndercover snitch niggaz, trying to break my dream upBaby girl home alone, waiting for me to show upPlus this morning, she told me she woke up throwing upAnd I...wanna lay, all I`m thinking bout is paperIt might be real early, in the morning when I come homeBut best believe I`m coming home, pockets full of do`[Hook][Big Pokey]Gonna hop up on niggaz, like quizzes in classSensei shife niggaz, and chizzle they masksI ain`t your hammer jamming, but I`m packing a glassWhen I hit you I`ma split you, like that crack in your assGot elbows of weed, I`m bagging my grassI got weight niggaz, think I need to take out the trash4 flipping in the dash, one under the seatWorm just laid the track, to what I done to the beatWet niggaz up everywhere, but under the feetPlus I rock-a-bye niggaz, put `em under a sheetI`m trying to get freaky tonight, I`m in the moodFor a baby-faced girl, with a big girl muleJeans on the couch, underwear in the poolCloser boys keep girls, square in the nudeA layer, the Earth`s my turf so I`m a grownWhen I`m finished with these streets, I`m gone into hiding[Hook][Mr. 3-2]Pull it all night, as on the block stacking breadDucking police, and I`m stacking big headsNever letting it go FED, while I grind it outShooting dice on my knees, making boys drop outGot it popped at the spot, and a twat that`s wideI dig up between thighs, when they qualifiedNaked showing hide, cotton up six figgasDay for day on the block, watching thangs get biggerBuild an empire, the boss of the street gameStack it up real pretty, I`m sicking all my changeFame is a trip, people can back stab youGotta watch your back, cause somebody could grab youStay on no cases, and counting the big facesThey`ll be working for your vote, in all kinda placesThe glock stay crunk, and lit up at all timesBut it make it heavy, that`s why I`m getting mine[Hook](*singing*)