Big Pokey - Do Our Thang lyrics

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Big Pokey - Do Our Thang lyrics

(*talking*) Hold up, it's the Mix Tape Messiah Boy Pokey, know I'm tal'n bout Rolling vehicles on swangs, diamonds on our chains yeah [Hook] Go on show em, how we do our thang Throwing diamonds in my chain, show em how we do our thang Rolling vehicles on swangs, go on show em how we do our thang Throwing liquor in my brain, throw some dick off in your dame And let my n***az, do the same [Chamillionaire] Up on a hill, but Chamill time to chill I ain't trying to sit still, just trying to peel I put my hand, wrapped up around the wheel Turned down one mill, and shining still Not panicking, I'm landing in Nevada and five grand I spend I'm mashing in you mad again, well I'm throwing sand in two tanned twins Rims gigantic and, you pissed cursing and slandering Cause I'm on the other side, of the planet and You stuck watching, Making the Band again Having s** with your hand again, keep sticking your dick in your stiff hand Act like, you wannna plex with Cham Cause your pockets, addicted to stick man Don't forget to switch hands, can't knock us the top up We fold up trunk locked up, unlocked up and popped up You boys think I'm diabetic, I don't mess with you sweet cakes I eat steaks and we chase, the green face like beef cakes Chamillionaire, but they call me Pistol Pete in each state For pete sake if he hate, my heat make his teeth break Deface, he think we playing with y'all And that boy, be able to taste his DNA in his jaw [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] It be the M-U double S-I, L-I-N-I Me, Chamillionaire, Po-Yo be the billionaire, we be so fly We gangsta with it n***az roll in the gangsta city, stay gangsta fitted Don't be in the gangsta bidness, you lil' wa*ksta n***az I keep a toll on the block, and I'm swanging thick Head banging n***az, blades swang at n***az Duke and jab in the Benz, so I break a n***a South claiming n***a, here to slang a n***a You can aim a n***a, and I'll tame a n***a Pop game in the lane, with a gang of n***az Hot flame through the brain, of a laming n***a My name stay the same, won't change a n***a Bring pain through the game, like a famous n***a Tote stainless n***az, that's born to hate Mad cause they gal, wanna fornicate Better meditate cat keep your cool, cause Mussili' ain't make the rules But Mussili', gon break the rules And make them dudes, and waitress dudes Like a And 1 Mix Tape, through the lane I'ma take these fools Eight days in the game, we dynamite Bout to line a pipe, and take a minor flight Necks bling cause the diamonds bright, techs bring cheese finer life Fresh thing on china white, da-da-da-la-la-la Lo-lo and la-la-la, make them hoes say ma-ma-ma We leave a hole in your eye dada, if you f** with us [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] Y'all know how we do our thang, hoe we from the clutch Big rims wide bodies, 6-4's strapped doing double dutch I'm the boss I could tote the bucks, line my ducks up in a row n***a out here getting stage money, buying birds pimp hoes 14-5 when I let em go, stop and go's when I'm on the move Glock 4-5 in the pop spot snooze you lose, you know the rules Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall Put it up don't f** with it, cause you don't know when you might pitfall See the roof when the 6 crawl, hands free when I'm on the phone Can't keep the same line, cause b**h n***az keep talking wrong Some hoes catch dial tones, hung up on what you talking bout Baby you need to be saying something, for the simple fact we talk a lot I'ma keep doing my thizzle, on the fa rizzle On the grizzle, I got em for thirty fizzle a pizzle my nizzle Everything I touch is fa shizzle, you know the dizzle I'm either on the floss with my pistol, or a sizzle [Hook - 2x]

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