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| Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee | 
| that nigga Big Ass Moe | 
| chillin with my partna named DeMo | 
| its on his birthday we comin through | 
| in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru | 
| and I got that boy Key-C in here | 
| and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear | 
| and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea | 
| comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e | 
| yeah that nigga Joe | 
| I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe | 
| I’m up on this tape, never gonna hate | 
| Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate | 
| yeeea yeeee | 
| (Kerry) | 
| Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, | 
| pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, | 
| comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud, | 
| comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad, | 
| automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, | 
| comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, | 
| I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, | 
| I’m at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams, | 
| my partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, | 
| I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, | 
| I’m just kinda fried I don’t know why, | 
| I just popped up eatin breakfast at some Wyatt’s | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah | 
| its them boys off that Long Drive | 
| that nigga DeMo | 
| (DeMo) | 
| Here I go, here I go… | 
| Yeah… gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, | 
| because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla, | 
| cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, | 
| I even gotta tight what cut from the Hair Cut Joe, | 
| man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, | 
| cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss, | 
| 26 up in this bitch been jammin, | 
| niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, | 
| niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, | 
| niggas stayin home because they wanna get paid, | 
| everybody play and Ima just gone play, | 
| and bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna ever stay, | 
| down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad, | 
| so I get my cash and I act mad, | 
| I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol’Lac, | 
| a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, | 
| and Im feelin so true, | 
| got much love for my nigga named Screw, | 
| that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, | 
| I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, | 
| we broke em all down and we all got high, | 
| our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, | 
| cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, | 
| we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, | 
| Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, | 
| comin through just like L those bells are ringin, | 
| Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, | 
| cause it be goin down for the boy DeMo | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e | 
| I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 | 
| hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive | 
| you know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive | 
| to the T-o-p, thats the top man | 
| Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain | 
| If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know | 
| we comin down bald fades, not afros. | 
| Now we chillin, now we just leanin, | 
| and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, | 
| just got some drank from that boy with that bird, | 
| and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, | 
| now you know we gone, goin real strong, | 
| I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, | 
| drop roll bar, that what I want, | 
| Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, | 
| I gotta be slammin gotta be comin, | 
| and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, | 
| cause that shit bad for a G like me, | 
| I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C, | 
| I’m showin up everybody got on they Nikes, | 
| and you know what everybody higher than a kite, | 
| or they just leanin in they seat Smokin Swisha Sweets, | 
| want some fuckin crack gone and hit me on my beep, | 
| A-I-R, sippin on tha barre nigga you dont understand | 
| nigga in our car, got 4 TVs all up in the seats | 
| and I splits down nuthin but them Swisha Sweets, | 
| I’m just what reclinin nigga bumper reclinin, | 
| man whats up in my mouth ya see the diamonds, | 
| yeah everbody like to wear the nike, | 
| Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief, | 
| gone break them hoes off gone represent the South, | 
| Ima come through drinkin lean and I aint gonna cough, | 
| Ima let them boys know how far I can go, | 
| Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low | 
| keep my shit out they muthafuckin my mouth because they be runnin, | 
| Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin, | 
| Im comin with somethin lookin kinda throwed, | 
| Im comin down ridin with my partnas fuck a hoe, | 
| those hoes out to get ya for everything, | 
| but Im out there tryin to come up and swang, | 
| or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, | 
| you know Im always on my paper chase, | 
| always get my green, always on my lean, | 
| me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, | 
| In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, | 
| and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, | 
| so guess what I open my dresser drawer, | 
| 50 g’s and a ki thats what I saw, | 
| I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, | 
| Im just in the game and the Key-C aint gonna quit, | 
| Im steady steady hustlin steady steady strugglin, | 
| boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin, | 
| so I get my nine out cause they got some static | 
| cock my shit back cause I got an automatic | 
| Flem got the .40 he gone get rowdy, | 
| and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, | 
| by nature fuck a playa hater, | 
| Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya, | 
| let them boys know came here with tha Yungsta | 
| and he fixin to flow and he aint no fuckin punksta | 
| so Im fixin to pass it hoppin like a rabbit, | 
| man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, | 
| under my damn bed and Im flippin red, | 
| If I get caught with ki’s I goin fed, | 
| but that aint on my mind now Im not thinkin about 9, | 
| Im thinkin bout 18 man its my time, | 
| to pop up on the scene and show my fuckin naked, | 
| come down the boulevard straight up wreck it, | 
| in a damn line pop trunk, surround, | 
| me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, | 
| diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel, | 
| nigga wassup yeah we got gold grill, | 
| tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop, | 
| cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, | 
| yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, | 
| on late night cookin ki’s in the kitchen, | 
| give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission | 
| make my damn green so I can be like you, | 
| We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, | 
| fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, | 
| man go on go long go strong. | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah | 
| Im gonna bring young G in on this mic | 
| his name is Yungstar | 
| you know that he’s rollin tight | 
| Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down | 
| Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town | 
| (Yungstar) | 
| Out H-town showin surround by sound, | 
| yes they yall got mad when I shown nuthin but round | 
| Im talkin shit they didnt like ridin marble bike, | 
| I might just break em off when I come dripped out Ike, | 
| Im talkin shoes by Hirachi shirts by Versace, | 
| hoes they gone watch me but they all wanna watch me | 
| as I slow the beat down see the diamonds face crown, | 
| wreckin whole H-town comin through and we down, | 
| with them hoes wanna see me yellas in bikinis | 
| break em off for DeMo its his birthday and that Key-C, | 
| on that Long Drive bought a baked potato with chives, | 
| Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go live, | 
| yes Im goin off cause I gots to go man, | 
| watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, | 
| go and get me some break em off with my palm, | 
| I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb, | 
| boys steady swervin pickin em up at Sterling, | 
| gots to send shots Sandpiper to that Mervyns, | 
| and that Cobble Stone I can go on, | 
| I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone, | 
| its tha Poterola Im a money folder, | 
| got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder, | 
| grippin on tha grain cause so much pain, | 
| to that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain, | 
| watch they see me as I pop in the shine, | 
| Im gone break em off see that 5th just recline, | 
| still is a minor wood on the vinyl, | 
| TV VCR laid back on reclina, | 
| and they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy, | 
| hoes get mad cause I aint no mack daddy, | 
| gots to flip my tounge Yungsta be leavin them sprung, | 
| Assalamualaikum or some shit assalum, | 
| dont know how its goin Yungsta still flowin, | 
| flippin with Poyo and his trunk is steady glowin, | 
| see that boy Man-Pooh hes steady jammin Screw, | 
| two toned blades flippin rollin with tha whole crew, | 
| yes that Screwyoo hes a teaser boy had a seizure, | 
| Its that '96 Ki-ki locked we gone please ya, | 
| gots to wreck shop '96 I aint gone stop it, | 
| gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it, | 
| I aint gonna even play Im thinkin of the MLK, | 
| I might just flip a four get crazed tip Tangeray, | 
| dont be on the flip phone these hoes be on my bone, | 
| I might just come with marble just what to switch to two-tone, | 
| these hoes be on my zipper Im bald fade with the clippers, | 
| I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, | 
| I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, | 
| and when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect, | 
| they try to talk down because I gots to go through the dark, | 
| I see that boy Gregg in Willows and that E-Clark, | 
| ESG is on lock I aint forgot that Yungstar wreck the mic, | 
| that Screw done wrecked it up so you know they aint gone like, | 
| how we did it its that boys B-day, | 
| I came what play gots to sip that Tangarey, | 
| Ima stay fool from tha Southside, | 
| we dont bang bang yes my mouth is what dry, | 
| Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that Miller, | 
| boys dead and gone yes Im a born thriller, | 
| gots to watch tha scandal shop at that Randalls, | 
| hit that fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, | 
| got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, | 
| them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, | 
| dont settle for less these dont try to impress, | 
| thats why I break em off that new pair of Guess, | 
| I hit that Sterling that Mervyn’s, | 
| them hoes they dont know me I might holla at Pokey, | 
| or go and get that 40, | 
| them boys be steady doin it knockin off the unit, | 
| hit that Big Bay we aint dippin embalming fluid, | 
| dripped and we draped out know what I talkin bout, | 
| you dont see my diamonds cause them boys just be steady comin out, | 
| Im a check and wreck the mic yes that Griffin got me goin, | 
| yeah Yung’s steady flowin and Im steady what blowin | 
| gots to pass it that Po-yo | 
| cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it this aint '94 hoe | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| yeaaah yeeeaaaah | 
| Chillin with my boy on his birthday | 
| Im that young G, yeah M-o-e | 
| gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey | 
| hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone | 
| you know he’s comin through with a pocket full of stones | 
| (Big Pokey) | 
| A nigga on a mission steady in the kitchen, | 
| palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, | 
| talkin down on a nigga name, | 
| Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, | 
| 19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, | 
| Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin, | 
| smokin chronic leaf optimo Big Poyo, | 
| sippin on the 8 I done let a potent 4, | 
| Ima come down sip a deuce, | 
| let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice | 
| sittin sideways boys in a daze, | 
| on a Sunday nite I might brang me some Maze, | 
| maybe OJ’s hoes be goin crazy, | 
| some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, | 
| aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked hold my glock, | 
| Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, | 
| cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, | 
| keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, | 
| make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, | 
| make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, | 
| me and Screwyoo what you wanna do, | 
| let me come down Poyo got his crew | 
| got my whole click, got to come down | 
| Ima wave trunk, Im a gone so so fine | 
| Ima hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites | 
| ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice | 
| wood strip got gold, leten em boys know | 
| Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes | 
| chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist | 
| dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris | 
| movin keys, lemme chop em down | 
| in my safe I gotta key and a pound | 
| pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce | 
| I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce | 
| I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know | 
| Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe | 
| with that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women | 
| got to come through real sexy, not skinny | 
| dont want no big fat bitch | 
| cant let that hoe ride with me on the switch | 
| gotta be playa, gotta be a star | 
| Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre | 
| we gone do it right, get a room later, aint no hater | 
| cant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater | 
| Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill | 
| let me come through pint bottle steady sealed | 
| sittin in my vault, cases got caught | 
| had to come down gotta partna named Walt | 
| thats that boy Walter, I done had a daughter | 
| rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter | 
| it done got cold, money done unfold | 
| let me come down with a wood Momo | 
| thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill | 
| house on the hill, got my mind on a mill | 
| on a mission tryin to get rich | 
| down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch | 
| all up in my face, ridin got bass | 
| late night on the what Screw with the Grace | 
| actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut | 
| got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut | 
| Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk | 
| boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin | 
| thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd | 
| letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard | 
| got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany | 
| got that boy Joe thinkin blades and Mazarati | 
| got that screwzew, bangin behind tint | 
| windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit | 
| let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em | 
| fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum | 
| I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise | 
| rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit | 
| some in Alabama, some down in Asia | 
| Im do it right move my cheese on my pager | 
| beats '18, 735 with screens | 
| teal green, I be shootin my machine | 
| like a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappin | 
| when a nigga steppin, nigga aint no preppin | 
| in my corner cause yous a goner | 
| Im smokin marajuana | 
| broke em off when I snatched my diploma | 
| I walked across the stage | 
| I turned the page, no more minimum wage | 
| and my corner got paid | 
| kept fedy, kept it steady | 
| my partna named Reggie | 
| Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy | 
| hitin real hard, never did roid | 
| fat ass nigga, we’ll fuck a yella broad | 
| are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down | 
| swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth | 
| Im from the South, what ya talkin bout | 
| the haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked | 
| I aint no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcano | 
| me and my partna Zano | 
| Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja | 
| Im a come down bunch of money | 
| boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit | 
| boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it | 
| lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission | 
| I gots to come down, knocked off a politician | 
| knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer | 
| now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer | 
| first to put some boys back in the game | 
| Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame | 
| aint gone be lame, a partna named Shane | 
| Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain | 
| gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy | 
| got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy | 
| Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo | 
| Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey | 
| Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three | 
| Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real | 
| Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill | 
| Im rollin wood grain, down that South man | 
| Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain | 
| because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck | 
| we comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check | 
| Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin | 
| popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning | 
| with tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes | 
| hit that Po on that beeper | 
| down to score 9 | 
| fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block | 
| movin rock | 
| got my glock cocked | 
| haters wanna stop but they cant | 
| gotta keep a drank and Im drivin | 
| boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin | 
| In a three we, comin down bumper fall | 
| steady ballin | 
| haters steady callin my name | 
| Im in this game with the birds | 
| have you fuckin heard | 
| comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup | 
| witha gallon | 
| lookin for a stallion | 
| comin down and I got the chrome with medallion | 
| and my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouth | 
| fuckin with these boys | 
| and we could be out the South | 
| in a bus | 
| blades are 19's | 
| Po comin through and we got tha four screens | 
| with tha VCR | 
| and we sippin barre | 
| comin down tinted up, new what car | 
| got the woodgrain | 
| and you know Im steady knockin | 
| trunk gone be poppin | 
| bumper unlockin | 
| all you hear is Beep | 
| and Im comin down swangin | 
| comin down, let the top up its fixin to rain | 
| and Im comin through and Im steady sittin sideways | 
| my way, have to do it Friday | 
| Im comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im comin | 
| grill witha woman | 
| on tha block first and the leads steady pumpin | 
| I aint gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plus | 
| boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus | 
| fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon | 
| and that man pulled and we what… | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| yeeeeaaaa yeeeaah | 
| Im comin through in my hoo-doo | 
| you know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw | 
| we comin down, and you know we down to swang &bang | 
| Im out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hang | 
| I dont give a damn pop trunk Im gone slam | 
| Im comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam | 
| Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo | 
| Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic | 
| I thought you niggas knew | 
| (Haircut Joe) | 
| thought you niggas knew | 
| fixin to come down | 
| bangin and that tint | 
| watch me come down and I got | 
| form that damn bam | 
| I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail | 
| steady stack my mail | 
| watch me come come through | 
| chevy, lookin heavy, comin down | 
| and I gots to come down | 
| nigga just roll, lets just smoke | 
| watch me come down and I aint no fuckin joke | 
| steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk | 
| I done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunk | 
| rollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut Joe | 
| cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know | 
| watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoe | 
| get he fuckin money | 
| like it aint funny take out a bank account | 
| like some damn magic, what the hell happened | 
| dont take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin | 
| Nigga its the truth, charge it to the roof | 
| a lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots | 
| but they cant step on that what nigga level | 
| watch me come through nigga Im a just… man hold up | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw | 
| you know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo | 
| we came through and we sippin on that drank barre | 
| we comin down lookin like playas and like stars | 
| you hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G | 
| I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e | 
| I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo | 
| you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew | 
| that boy tha lean and fell on his head | 
| we comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red | 
| you gotta feel me, that boy comin through | 
| Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew | 
| comin down chillin | 
| I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe | 
| we all goin fed, fuck goin ag | 
| niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag | 
| we gotta make a livin | 
| Nigga know Im real | 
| jammin Screw | 
| I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew | 
| my nigga Adrian | 
| I got tha Haircut Joe | 
| flowin in this bitch | 
| Its this nigga D-mo | 
| my boy from the tre | 
| they always pay late | 
| I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay | 
| my nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed | 
| that nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor | 
| he cant handle shit, that nigga went down | 
| goin down real, on the Southside of town | 
| we comin jammin screw | 
| and we comin with my niggas | 
| and we rollin with our crew | 
| I got the nigga Yungstar from the South | 
| was wreckin this bitch | 
| comin down with cadillac | 
| with big ol fuckin bumper kit | 
| comin down 5th wheel slammin | 
| hoe just fannin | 
| bitch Im sayin it | 
| cause I fucked your mamma | 
| I fucked your cousin | 
| I fucked that bitch | 
| and these niggas just a fussin | 
| thinkin that a niggaplayamade | 
| didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade | 
| from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd | 
| you know how it go | 
| all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight | 
| we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight | 
| and we can get blitz | 
| and jam some Bone | 
| and we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on | 
| and nigga, know you feel me | 
| I know, I know Im real | 
| Im comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill | 
| my diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendin | 
| niggas comin down, starchin down on the scene and | 
| give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe | 
| I wanna hear this nigga sing | 
| on my fuckin D bro | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| Chillin with my partna on his Bday | 
| I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk | 
| Im out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punk | 
| Im comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pills | 
| I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal | 
| Im came through and ya know Im comin rollin hard | 
| I represent that hood yeah the Tre Ward | 
| You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene | 
| Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine | 
| (Kici) | 
| Damn, chillin with my old school crew | 
| thats how we do, wearin Nike shoe | 
| Big Po-yo | 
| and a charm | 
| and I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm | 
| when I come through bladed all popped up | 
| we gone come on down | 
| all these hoes | 
| niggaz suck my dick | 
| Im down with my click | 
| all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick | 
| that shit is kinda low | 
| I never been a hoe | 
| chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe | 
| that boy be wreckin on these tapes | 
| Im thinkin comin down | 
| with a tight drop | 
| with dem buck | 
| I dont give a fuck | 
| all them fuckin haters you know they stuck | 
| cause Im strapped witha 9 | 
| Im strapped witha 40 | 
| Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy | 
| cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack | 
| Im stuck in this game and nigga its like that | 
| thats how we doin do it down here, on the Southside | 
| watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride | 
| follow right behind, follow on up | 
| we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck | 
| all that shit, all that shit is good | 
| and everything I have gotta be wood | 
| all over, even in a Range Rover | 
| Im born and raised to be a young soldier | 
| call me a BG | 
| but Im scorin a key | 
| you know Im talkin about its that damn Kici | 
| Im down on my knees | 
| Im tryin to get on my feet | 
| cause Im just steady sellin all the keys | 
| come through, BMW, 96 new | 
| or maybe 97, 24−7 Im puttin in work | 
| and then I got… | 
| man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it | 
| gone back up the flow Ima un ass it | 
| (Big Moe) | 
| I done came through after every boys flow | 
| Im that nigga Big Ass Moe | 
| steady jammin my music slow | 
| I came done through with my crew | 
| pop trunk in that BMW | 
| steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs | 
| Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang | 
| I bring another young G in on this mic | 
| hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight | 
| (Yungstar) | 
| Then bring me in | 
| my skin is my sin | 
| Im thinkin brand new what Benz | 
| off the showroom | 
| them hoes they come soon | 
| I gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broom | 
| every time they be hopin | 
| I know they be scopin | 
| I gots to break em off | 
| gots to leave they mouth open | 
| cause they gots to talk down | 
| diamond | 
| watch I open up my trunk | 
| showin nuthin but surround | 
| Its all good | 
| yes they dont know | 
| baked potato and chive | 
| when im hungrey hit that Long Drive | 
| pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter | 
| I gots to come through | 
| scatter | 
| I hit that fuckin quarter, its gone be a slaughter | 
| we draped and dripped out | 
| watch I bang with my daughter | 
| let the top down | 
| Im fresh off carceration | 
| we swanger | 
| in tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR | 
| with the star | 
| she come through, she know that I got car | 
| Ima do | 
| I got to show the 6 X 9 | 
| gots to show | 
| watch that boy be reclinin | 
| Im | 
| strait pop a pill and | 
| Kici diamond grill | 
| them boys is locked up | 
| show | 
| when I come through | 
| watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop | 
| gotta leave it smokin | 
| cause this game aint jokin | 
| Ima come through TV car wide open | 
| come and please get me | 
| watch I just spray | 
| sippin like tha AK | 
| gotta clear tha block off | 
| tha Yungstar aint gone play | 
| gots to pop | 
| I bang in your ear | 
| I shed so many tears | 
| I bang R Kelly or Aliyah | 
| gots to drop tha top real gently | 
| Im sippin on that jelly | 
| I might just come through | 
| cause that boy be rockin steady | 
| ESG is on lock | 
| them boys aint gone stop | 
| them boys be comin through | 
| Im sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson | 
| Im dressin nice | 
| Im steady wreckin and ryhmin | 
| Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin | 
| Im fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours | 
| and watch that mic get smokin | 
| elite, I practice what I preach | 
| watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach | 
| they speech on with that boy Po-yo | 
| they dont know, that D-mo | 
| fixin to break em off but he doin it slow | 
| and that boy Moe, he steady hummin | 
| Keke said he comin | 
| Название | Год | 
|---|---|
| Slob on My Knob ft. Lil C | 2017 | 
| Gangsta ft. Slim Thug | 2018 | 
| Rollin | 2010 | 
| Welcome to the South ft. Chamillionaire | 2014 | 
| Associates ft. Z-Ro, J-Dawg | 2009 | 
| Welcome 2 Houston ft. Z-Ro, Lil Keke, Paul Wall | 2009 | 
| No Help ft. Z-Ro | 2008 | 
| Stop the Rain ft. Shaquille O'Neal | 2020 | 
| Blessing In Disguise ft. Scarface, Z-Ro | 2013 | 
| Boxframe Cadillac ft. Z-Ro | 2012 | 
| Ready For War ft. Young Jeezy, Lil CArchie Lee | 2006 | 
| I Can't Leave Drank Alone | 2013 | 
| 2 Cups ft. Z-Ro | 2016 | 
| Get Throwed ft. Jay-Z, Pimp C, Z-Ro | 2013 | 
| Wake Up (slowed) ft. Z-Ro featuring Mussolini | 2001 | 
| Hard Times ft. Lil C | 2015 | 
| Hard Times ft. Lil C | 2015 | 
| Greed | 2010 | 
| All Fall Down ft. Den Den | 2001 | 
| Bud Sack | 2010 | 
Тексты песен исполнителя: Z-Ro
Тексты песен исполнителя: Lil C