Big Pokey - Freestyle #2 lyrics

(*talking*) Oh, she wanna ride with me Say Ke, she wanna ride with me (she wanna ride with me b**hes wanna ride), uh though she know Know I'm saying, Young Whodi in this b**h We gon do this here for Southsi' for li' [Big Pokey] Shorty wanna ride with me, we can get it on Come up in the Navi, go straight to the Stone Ride with me, n***a we can hit a block Know it's going down, and you know I keep my Glock Wanna ride with me, baby I ain't gon trip n***as wanna talk, I'ma what I'ma trip [Lil' Keke] I'ma trip when I enter the do', I'm on fast Coming down, showing my a** I'm on gla** 3's and 4's, and I'm still in my truck though n***as talking down, still freestyling at my shows I'ma wrecking oh, I still spit I'm still foreign, I'm still wheel and bumper kit [Big Pokey] And we still getting this here, we took it legit Who it is, it's the Don and the Pit And you know we keep it lit, n***a I'm in the kitchen with my wand Whipping wreckless but come in the Lexus, b**h it's Texas In this b**h fa sho, we in the do' We gon break these hoes off on the real, and we in the do' It's signed and sealed, stamped up n***a move around Cause this how it go down n***a [Lil' Keke] Ok b**hes wanna ride with me, b**hes wanna slide with me I'm on 6-10, I think these b**hes getting high with me I smoke a what big stick, of the 'ghan It's the Young Don, and I'm still riding on my tan I'm on bu*ter, I never did stutter I jump up on the mic, cause I'm a bad motherf**er Me and Whodi we done the song, the street life So I'm still coming down, with my pocket knife And my gun I'm not the one, I got a son So I make money by the ton, cause I'm the Don [Big Pokey] Gotta get paid, n***a cause it's a swift trade Hoes on my dick, popping up like a switch blade Move around hoe, it go down Keep the ruger nine low, if a n***a trip buck When I pull up in the truck, on the 24's I don't give a damn, cause you know this how it go C.M.G./M.O.B., S.U.C Pulling up back to back, SUV We in them Hummers, it's just like that And when we pull them Hummers out, hoes think it's Iraq move around b**h [Lil' Keke] It's Mobstyle, and you know we ride on them wa*kstas C.M.G., that's them Custom Made Gangstas I represent for my block, the Wood And you know it's all good, take it back to the hood If these n***as talking down, I bust em in they face I wouldn't give a damn, I keep the Glock on my waist I place em on the ground, it be under place It's the Young Don, bout to give a n***a taste