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Текст песни Big Pokey - M.O.B.

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(*talking*)Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha2000 and 2 ha, haIt go down, S.U.C. for realMobstyle for life, uh nigga[Chorus - 2x]And it`s M.O.B., moneyOver bullshit, you know meKeep it low key, what a nigga told meA nigga don`t know, what a nigga don`t see[Big Pokey]In this rap game I come, from the back of the packNow they respect my work, like I`m packing a mackEverytime I sound check, I`m cracking the deckOn track split wigs, like a x in the hatYou know how I act in the Lac, I`m a hogT.V.`s back in the back, got to fallTexas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cutK bullets hit niggas, and they edge upPay attention, focus niggaThird, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga4-4, Southwest vaulters niggaBetter have that on your mind, when you approach us niggaA bitch`ll jump fly, when they dose your hitterYou G about it, be about it, you supposed to get herI get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of FameThey think it`s hard, but it`s simple man[Chorus - 2x][Big Pokey]I`m a gangsta, and I`m out of controlDrink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swollPay the toll when you pass, it`s the bill collectorCocaine disector, come with Hannibal LectorTell the visual projector, when I`m watching a flickI reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to getHundred miles per hour, slowing down my vidersStampede the stateline, flood the booth with powderI`m balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degreesIn the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g`sHollow T-I-P`s, choppers and barettasFucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweatersYoung in the game, crunching on niggas like ab workAnd I`ma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurtFeel that, take it from a real catOr be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back[Chorus - 2x][Big Pokey]Pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawestCold as a meat locker, which as being I`m flawlessAttitude hoggest, mentality doggestI pimp my bone, once from August to AugustI`m an animal, in the booth I`m a cannibalWith a appetite like Hannibal, bitch I`m flammableI`m bout to lock it up, beneath the keyS-E-N-S-E-I, that`s meGet ready for three minutes, of constant head rushingCrushing mice, it`s a verbal head bustingI`m a mic ripper, plus a motherfucking bike flipperWhen I`m on the damn mic niggaI`m the real deal, like EvanderSomething boys really can`t handle, pull my scandalUh, uncut cocainePutting pressure on your brain, man[Chorus - 4x]

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