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Big Pokey M.O.B. Here are the song lyrics for M.O.B. by Big Pokey. For more excellent Big Pokey lyrics, run a search! Typed by: LilHustle187@cs.com (*talking*) Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha 2000 and 2 ha, ha It go down, S.U.C. for real Mobstyle for life, uh nigga [Chorus - 2x] And it's M.O.B., money Over bullshit, you know me Keep it low key, what a nigga told me A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see [Big Pokey] In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck On track split wigs, like a x in the hat You know how I act in the Lac, I'm a hog T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up Pay attention, focus nigga Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga 4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame They think it's hard, but it's simple man [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] I'm a gangsta, and I'm out of control Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll Pay the toll when you pass, it's the bill collector Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector Tell the visual projector, when I'm watching a flick I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder I'm balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g's Hollow T-I-P's, choppers and barettas Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters Young in the game, crunching on niggas like ab work And I'ma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurt Feel that, take it from a real cat Or be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] Pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawest Cold as a meat locker, which as being I'm flawless Attitude hoggest, mentality doggest I pimp my bone, once from August to August I'm an animal, in the booth I'm a cannibal With a appetite like Hannibal, bitch I'm flammable I'm bout to lock it up, beneath the key S-E-N-S-E-I, that's me Get ready for three minutes, of constant head rushing Crushing mice, it's a verbal head busting I'm a mic ripper, plus a motherfucking bike flipper When I'm on the damn mic nigga I'm the real deal, like Evander Something boys really can't handle, pull my scandal Uh, uncut cocaine Putting pressure on your brain, man [Chorus - 4x]
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