Текст песни Big Pokey (Screwed Up Click) - Who Dat Talkin Down
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(Big Steve-R.I.P)Who dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundMe and my partners recline, we put it downRoll, ball, but not out of control, sit swolleA hustler out that Boss Ness ClickCrestmont to King, Grandpappy be the lickSee these haters kinda fear and they knowinBig ol diamond rings keep the whole damn stage glowinAnd I keep pourin, eighth of drank in the sodaI`m the mothership floater and precise rhyme quoterAnd it`s over, cause me and that Poke, we done told yaMobbin just like a soldier in a big ol Range RoverHum-V even wanted me, Big SteveTrack records gon show I`m a run the industryWith a trick up my sleeve, blow the best of weedAnd a million dollar stack is what the fuck a nigga needWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround(Big Steve)Eleven in the mornin, I jumped up in my foreignPopped up, cocked up, and my trunk was yawninShowin high in my ride, wide body finesserGrippin grain down Gessner bout to bust a compressorTvs, VCs, that`s the way it go downScreens falllin, big ballin sittin low to the groundSee we floss like true, keep the weed and juicePaul Chevy sittin heavy in a two-door coupeMash four, top to roll, Bun B, with a long haired freakMarquises in the piece, turn the heat upCause niggas be jacked, they some cheatersTake the form of block bleeders Drippin paint off the feeder streetsSweepers in Tex, big Benz and the LexFive pointers in my ear, fifteen on my neckBig face on the check, Navigators and RoversTwenty inches to the floor, with my V-12 motorNow, who dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround Who dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround(Big E)Who dat be, talkin down from my blind sideCrystal grain when I slide in my big ol G rideNaked hide gots to be shown by Big EHaters worried bout a G, but they still can`t see meAnd Paul and P, bout to swoop in the coupeWe for real about the loot, watch the glock nine shootIn the hoop, tinted up mafia styleLoose lips sank ships, so won`t you close em a whileGhetto child from the Southside be wreckinPut my time in the kitchen, now them boys respectinStill jettin off in that silver bulletCapers I`m a pull and keep you niggas gal lookimIt`s on I be cookin pie, rest is shook andHad to plot and plan, now the money`s been tookinGivin the industry a raw naked ass whoopinCan`t see us baby, cause all the shows we be bookin(repeat chorus in background)That`s for all you ho-ass niggas out there talkin down on real muthafuckin playas...We rollin muthafuckin Range Rovers, Coupes...Silver Bullets, bitch...On Twenties...Wide bodies...You hoes better stop trippin...Roll wit us, or get your muthafuckin ass rolled over...Chevis Entertainment for life...You know who we talkin to, BitchWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroundWho dat mad, who dat talkin downMad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround