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In Yo Pocket - текст песни



In Yo Pocket


(feat. Big Pokey)



Freestyle..



[Big Pokey]

Niggaz wanna knock me, when they see me in the do'

Cause I spit it hard nigga, got the gangstafied flow

Nigga do a show, walk in the booth one deeper

On the creeper, mayn I got to do this for my people

I'm fin to start this off right now, I'm missing Reaper

Cause when that nigga out, we gon put it in a sleeper

D-1 ready to go, Whoadie on the flo'

And you know that nigga Sensei, is A-1 and fa sho

Bitch it's M.O.B. is the tree, but it's S.U.C. right now dog

And it's for life, niggaz know

Mayn and I don't play, when niggaz call me Yo

Call me Dina dog, I'm the dude with the snow

Dog I be repping the Stone, cause this my home and uh

And you know, a nigga roaming uh

And uh, I ain't a wanksta, bitch I'm a hustler

Slash playa, bitch I'm laid back but then I'm a gangsta

When a nigga test my gangsta, then I show him roster

Mayn cause, I'ma flush him like a thang of pasta

Know I'm saying, when I'm reacting it's reacting

Tough acting like Tenactin, niggaz get they head cracked in

Mayn cause, why they tripping on that nigga Yola

Nigga heat it up, and hit it with that Coca-Cola

Bring it back butter, show these niggaz gutter

Who it is in that top down, burning rubber

Do this for my nigga, and my nigga brother

Mr. Fat Pat, dog get your hat cracked



(*talking*)

Screwed Up Click, Vol. to nigga

On the streets, yeah and right now if you listening to this here

I'm in your pocket, 'ppreciate ya



[Big Pokey]

So I might, bring that back

Might pull up on the curb, swang that Lac

I don't give a damn, cause they know we got a bag of that do-do

Pulling up nigga, in that Maybach that fo' do'

Man what's the logo, you know it's on the plates

Man, and you see it all on the flo's and gates

When you pull up in my crib, peep my estates

Million dollar crib, man how it feel

Man it feel real, a nigga come from the gutter

Cause a nigga slanging white, and this butter

And you know I'm out here, trying to juggle

When I grind and get it, I just wanna see my re-up's double

Cause you know, how it's going on

A nigga flipping and I'm flowing strong, representing this nigga cause it's home

And you know it's Stone, nigga all the time

With the roof back, fifth wheel falling down

Nigga fuck that, that shit is nine some'ing

I'ma break these boys off, and then recline some'ing

Jump out so clean, watch I shine some'ing

Nigga go on and get it mayn, I'ma grind huh

Everyday like, I don't give a damn

Mayn cause, in the kitchen and I'm cheating grams

When I heat it up, nigga then I beat it up

Nigga then I embed it lock up, and then it's on the street

I don't give a damn dog, but I got to eat

And you know it ain't the click, if it ain't complete

That be everybody H-A-Dub, Lil' Ke'

Sensei, Lil' O, Miggity Mike D

And that nigga Moe, and my nigga Old

Mr. 3-2, nigga fin's to do a show

And the nigga E.S., to the motherfucking Gizzle mayn

And my nigga M.Jayzie

Mayn and you know, they can't stop the big baby

Mayn and I got these hoes on lock, they can't play me

Mayn they can't fade me, mayn I'm too sweet

On my feet niggaz cheat, I delete leave em in the street

This for Mr. Sweets, mayn I miss my dog

Everytime I hit the booth, I dismantelog

Leave em clogged up, in they chest like

Mayn I don't give a fam' fuck, mayn they chest tight

When I rhyme it's tight, sometime I'm off the head

Mayn sometime, factory paint floss the red

When I wanna do, I been a corner fool

Me and Lodi-Dodi, mayn and it's on the cool

When we rolling home, and you see us on them rims

And we shined up dog, bitch we rolling chrome

Or we in the Houptie, mayn cause

And you know this shit don't stop, blow my dick bitch like ya soup too hot

Cause you know a nigga pull up, on these hoes

And I don't give a fuck, what they talking bout yeah



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