Big Pokey - When Ya Think of Me lyrics

(*talking*) Yung Ro, Podina Sensei yeah 2004 already, (Yung Ro) say [Big Pokey] Watch out for Sensei, make way for Yung Ro Y'all hear that shotty blast, that's how my gun go I let off one mo', Ro got the calico I got the 4-5, y'all better hit the flo' Stop drop and roll, n***as call me rock and roll Cause I cop that heavy metal, closet like a gun show Hardest Pit in the sto', then I gave em Dope Game Backdo' with Sky's Da Limit, followed up with Hurricane S.U.C. changed the game, M.O.B. stained your brain Crock bull bloodline, uncut c**aine Dog you better lace your boots, slippers count you know it's real Men get touched like that boy Tony Touch, Hollyfield hold your grill Chop till you drop roll the field, get stopped on the block in a old Deville Live wire one deep, drive by trying to hold the wheel These n***as in the street like road k**, Main Street to Mobille Sensei signing off, bust your gun you know the deal [Hook] (when you think of me), you think of a headache A bus losing control, and speeding with bad breaks (when you think of me), you think of a great dane Charging at full speed, and hit like a freight train (when you think of me), you think of a wad of bricks Won't budge for sh**, won't stop or quit (when you think of me), you think of a disease Traveling through your speakers, to hit you when you breathe [Yung Ro] I snatch n***as tongues out, walk with my guns out And I'ma smoke weed, till my f**ing lungs out You get your a** rung out, hung out to dry Puffing on fry, the opposite of dry If n***as wanna try, we'll duck they mate Have her bruised and duct taped, f**ed and raped Kidnap your kids and hold em, for ransom do' You think of a nightmare, when you think of Ro [Hook] (*talking*) Yeah Sensei, Yung Ro We right back at ya mayn, already ha-ha