Who Dat Talking Down (Feat. Big Steve & Big E)
Big Pokey
3:51Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn And it go down, for real Niggas can't see me Know I'm talkin' 'bout, I mean that Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin' I'm to the point of mind bogglin', keep it throbbin' If you swin' I'm bobbin', even if I'm dobbed out mobbin' On the dope corner, in my Jordan's Niggas is starvin', they need to get they game sharpened Out there robbin', bound to get they days darkened I keep my 4-4 barkin', for them lames larkin' And them bustas plottin' on me, in the valet parkin' Steady sparkin', pounds of killa Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala I load eighteen wheelers, full of yayo Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail Only time will tell, the Feds on my trail Plus you know, that a young nigga tilt the scale A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator Bitin' mics, I'm a rap game gladiator Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter I'm a thuggish nigga, on drank I'm sluggish Mug mean infa' beam, and a brick in my luggage Keep my game face on, when I'm punchin' the clock From a rock to a block, my spot hot as a crock pot Dome shot connector, red dot reflector Fifty-pound dissector, when I'm buyin' from Hector Calls collector, plus a snitch detector I.Q. like Lecter, dope game perfecter Mob style protector, sky street infector I'm a platinum editor, CEO director Chin' checker, just a certified wrecker Sweepin' up sets, like a Black & Decker I got Texas ways; it's simply 'cause I'm Texas raised And handle all animosity, with techs and K's Split toupees, I stain' the brain Everythin' gon' remain' the same, what's my name? Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter Peep the rules, if you snooze you lose That's why I choose to strap my shoes, and pay my dues Leave no clues, 'cause niggas is fools Hearts colder than igloos, coolers full of ice Teelee, 'fore you shoot the dice Or catch that one way flight, to Paradise It's nothin' nice, if it ain't your time Keep on if you think I'm lying, it go down I stay on top of mine, my game And stains niggas brains, like migraine It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame (What if you off the chain?) Then you best to hide Mayne Spit verses for change, and brin' the pain Rap game John Wayne (that's a God damn shame) Infrared for aim, when I rain This a nigga you can't contain, uncut cocaine (I'm raw) Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter Rule number one, always keep it reala Number two, never test an untamed guerilla Cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla Take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter