I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb lights
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
howin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the players, so there'll never be no plexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gon' drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your grey cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see
True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you busted big suckas
On the south side we stayin' paid MuthaFucka!
im dripped Well it ain't plex with the East and the West
and plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest
so leave your pistol at home cause we ain't trying to go to war
the common denominator in the sitution is calm like a star you can shine with
Roll on 20's and smoke pine with me
C'mon they tryin to leave your mine with me
Steady be sellin, celebratin, for payin our dues
So much drank in my cup cause the water don't move
as a playa!!! and associate with the plexin
Bone hard, bitch, Monroe City, Texas
A veteran don't get me wrong cause put you a glass
Pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass
Take a chill pill pill
plow some kill pop the steal
Since we won't ba seen
sippin syrup till we leave
From the thirty-third coast it ain't no roach a G
So split your 4 to the Remi and have a toast degree
All I wanna do, is bang screw
In my thirty-third, see I'm syrup bangin screw
Big Moe don steped in I done knocked out twins moe-yo comin down I'm throwed
but I'm outta control this Big Moe
I'ma let you know I done let the po 4 and I'ma bout to sip mo than moe-yo
It's Big Moe drank baby
I done came down up out H-Town and you know throwed a G
The M-O-E cocked up on three
I'm comin down threw in my day moe-yooooo
screwwwyeah
Moe comin down made that candy wet moe-yoooo
said a moeoooo
Big Moe down the 4
Y2K with my headlights on
crossin threw the yellowstone
bout to scoop me a yellowbone
po sex to my stop one
time for me to play my song
and they better leave Moe alone
In other words just sing the song
In the city of syrup we like to jam music slow
still come up substance make them hit the floor
84's and vouls with the freshes on my lows
specialy on the fours doors
bump the strape againts rows
Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard
Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard
Charge the platinum card and the visa to the max!!!
Still won't get no sleep till my click see some cacs
Cadillacs and six packs we guys bangin screw
Click click clack, get yor wimp ass threw
payin do's and stayin tru is the rule of the game
on top of the food chains
bangin screw it won't change for nothin

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