(D-Gotti talking) We Po'ed up, we up and we still rolling on it ain't stoping know what im talking it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha it's down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti) blades are choppin' And these babes are Got a cup of mud and my trunk is knockin' my FUBU Hollering it do circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop Who the crew that stang these streets bees We the G's that and i'll flow from over seas Hold the big moe while I split the optimo In a wide body going bout 4 Oh, the just hit me where it hurt Im bout to jump and flirt And get up skirts Let the ice do the Put us up in the After we hit the lenards they know who sent us You can but your ass can't stay and drank Next morning we hooked up breakfast at the Frank's Doing the same we did the day before Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad
(Chorus) Rolling in my red car on Chop-pas Sippin a big daddy cup of I Gotta that Mo-yo Crawling through these streets Sippin on a what 4 And we
(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.) south, We rolling nation wide Popped up mo-yo ride Put it down for that boy On the low low Im a pro In game I ain't lame Rolling on chops Smoking on the Killer Mary Coming freestyle, playa buck wild Big M.O.E. is a throwed Im a leave , stack my green Everytime you see the moe im on the Im out the tre, a playa don't play Bout to it up for them boys everyday Choppa's, on those choppa's
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(Verse 3: Noke-D) Chop Chop, i hit the block I told you once before that the won't stop Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop it say hey hi hey how ya doing Put the screw in your deck up yo set, And go on your neck cause the 20 inchs wet And I bet if we sip three whole eights Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4: D-Wreck) baby so playa made Im a let the top down let the sun hit the Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat Keep the on lock, cause the shit be hot tote glocks, cause we tote big knots Methazyne on the rocks till my pop So when we shop, my car never stop Candy gleam off the drop make girl flip flop D-wrezay tell me how ya It's all the scrill want a billon dollar deal Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya Some get it how they love it but we get it how we D-Wreck, Noke-D business the same We fuck hoes and sip 4's we running this thang thangs never change they remain the same P-A-T and E-S-G and gone bang
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(Big M.O.E.) Chop down I'm a G Chop Gotta feel M-O-E Chop Mo-yo and the D-Gotti rolling Mo-yo D-Wreck let em know we no hoe on Chop Chop-pas Breaking off in the south Rolling on Chop Drank syrup so I don't Chop It's a young G I gotta Barre Baby Wrecking H-Town streets on yea
(Verse 5: Big Moe) Chop chop chop chop I keep a glock For the haters Knock I do the roc make the ass end hop the damn deal Moe i'm for real Hold the microphone showing my naked up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog Out the side Moe rolling Boss hog Boss hogging streets, down freaks Its Mo-yo riding my meat Ride Big Moe I been a hoe down and you know a G Letting them boys know Stay drank my sealed out pint I'll beat that on a 4 man just in case im a roll Pokey on P P-t All cause my big snoop on Drank Gal-lon Boys can't more than Moe Drank Boys talking bout they the baby I've been saying this shit since ago Out my momma I sipped a 4 Its Big Moe,
(Talking) Know I'm saying sipping