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Big Moe, D-gotti, Noke D, & D-Reck•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

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(D-Gotti talking)

We Po'ed up, we showed up

And we still rolling on choppas

It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about

It's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave

It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)

These blades are choppin'

And these babes are boppin'

Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'

Felling my FUBU

Hollering what it do

Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop

Who the crew that stang these streets like bees

We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas

Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo

In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4

Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt

I'm bout to jump down and flirt

And get up some skirts

Let the ice do the work

Put us up in the dentist

After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us

You can fuck

But your ass can't stay and drank drank

Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's

Doing the same thing we did the day before

Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's

(Chorus)

Chop-pas

Rolling in my candy red car

Roling on Chop-pas

Sippin a big daddy cup of barre

Chop-pas

I Gotta feel that Mo-yo

Crawling through these city streets

Sippin on a what straight 4

And we rollin

(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)

Down south, We rolling nation wide

Popped up mo-yo foregin ride

Put it down for that boy Po-yo

On the low low I'm a young pro

In this game I ain't lame

Rolling down on chops

Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane

Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild

Big M.O.E. is a throwed child

I'm a leave lean , stack my green

Everytime you see the moe I'm on the codine

I'm out the damn tre, a playa don't play

Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday

Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's

Chop Chop, When I hit the block

I told you once before that the shit won't stop

Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey

Hello hi hey how ya doing

Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,

And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet

And I bet that if we sip three whole eights

Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!

Wreckshop baby so playa made

I'm a let the top down let the sun hit the braids

I'm a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop

Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot

D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots

Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop

So clean when we shop, my car never stop

Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop

D-wrezay tell me how ya feel

It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal

Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel

Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel

D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same

We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang

Some thangs never change they remain the same

P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang

Gotta feel that M-O-E

Mo-yo and the Noke-D

D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo

D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe

Rolling on Chop Chop-pas

Breaking boys off in the south

Rolling on Chop Chop-pas

Drank syrup so I don't cough

It's Mo-yo a young G

I gotta feel Barre Baby

Wrecking these H-Town streets

Chop chop chop chop chop

I keep a glock cocked

For the haters Knock knock

I do the body roc make the ass end hop

What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real

Hold the microphone showing my naked skills

What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog

Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog

Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks

Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat

Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe

Crawling down and you know a G

Letting them boys what know

Sippin my sealed out pint

I'll beat that seal on a 4 man

Just in case I'm a roll with Pokey

All cause my partna big snoop

Sippin on Drank Gal-lon

Boys can't drank more than Moe

Boys talking bout they the barre baby

I've been saying this shit since long ago

Out my momma womb I sipped a 4

Know what I'm saying

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