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big pokey - do our thang lyrics

(-talking-)
hold up, it’s the mix tape messiah
boy pokey, know i’m tal’n bout
rolling vehicles on sw-ngs, diamonds on our chains yeah

[hook]
go on show em, how we do our thang
throwing diamonds in my chain, show em how we do our thang
rolling vehicles on sw-ngs, go on show em how we do our thang
throwing liquor in my brain, throw some d-ck off in your dame
and let my n-ggas, do the same

[chamillionaire]
up on a hill, but chamill time to chill
i ain’t trying to sit still, just trying to peel
i put my hand, wrapped up around the wheel
turned down one mill, and shining still
not panicking, i’m landing in nevada and five grand i spend
i’m mashing in you mad again, well i’m throwing sand in two tanned twins
rims gigantic and, you p-ssed cursing and slandering
cause i’m on the other side, of the planet and
you stuck watching, making the band again
having s-x with your hand again, keep sticking your d-ck in your stiff hand
act like, you wannna plex with cham
cause your pockets, addicted to stick man
don’t forget to switch hands, can’t knock us the top up
we fold up trunk locked up, unlocked up and popped up
you boys think i’m diabetic, i don’t mess with you sweet cakes
i eat steaks and we chase, the green face like beef cakes
chamillionaire, but they call me pistol pete in each state
for pete sake if he hate, my heat make his t–th break
deface, he think we playing with y’all
and that boy, be able to taste his dna in his jaw

[hook – 2x]

[mussilini]
it be the m-u double s-i, l-i-n-i
me, chamillionaire, po-yo be the billionaire, we be so fly
we gangsta with it n-ggas roll in the gangsta city, stay gangsta fitted
don’t be in the gangsta bidness, you lil’ w-nksta n-ggas
i keep a toll on the block, and i’m sw-nging thick
head banging n-ggas, blades sw-ng at n-ggas
duke and jab in the benz, so i break a n-gga
south claiming n-gga, here to slang a n-gga
you can aim a n-gga, and i’ll tame a n-gga
pop game in the lane, with a gang of n-ggas
hot flame through the brain, of a laming n-gga
my name stay the same, won’t change a n-gga
bring pain through the game, like a famous n-gga
tote stainless n-ggas, that’s born to hate
mad cause they gal, wanna fornicate
better meditate cat keep your cool, cause mussili’ ain’t make the rules
but mussili’, gon break the rules
and make them dudes, and waitress dudes
like a and 1 mix tape, through the lane i’ma take these fools
eight days in the game, we dynamite
bout to line a pipe, and take a minor flight
necks bling cause the diamonds bright, techs bring cheese finer life
fresh thing on china white, da-da-da-la-la-la
lo-lo and la-la-la, make them hoes say ma-ma-ma
we leave a hole in your eye dada, if you f-ck with us

[hook – 2x]

[big pokey]
y’all know how we do our thang, hoe we from the clutch
big rims wide bodies, 6-4’s strapped doing double dutch
i’m the boss i could tote the bucks, line my ducks up in a row
n-gga out here getting stage money, buying birds pimp hoes
14-5 when i let em go, stop and go’s when i’m on the move
glock 4-5 in the pop spot snooze you lose, you know the rules
old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall
put it up don’t f-ck with it, cause you don’t know when you might pitfall
see the roof when the 6 crawl, hands free when i’m on the phone
can’t keep the same line, cause b-tch n-ggas keep talking wrong
some hoes catch dial tones, hung up on what you talking bout
baby you need to be saying something, for the simple fact we talk a lot
i’ma keep doing my thizzle, on the fa rizzle
on the grizzle, i got em for thirty fizzle a pizzle my nizzle
everything i touch is fa shizzle, you know the dizzle
i’m either on the floss with my pistol, or a sizzle

[hook – 2x]

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