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Big Pokey - Текст песни Hardest Pit
(*talking*)
 Say cuz, I'm off the chain mayn
 And it go down for real, niggaz can't see me
 Know I'm talking bout, I'm ean that
 [Big Pokey]
 Take a trip with me, as I infiltrate your noggin
 I'm to the point of nine bars and, keep it throbbing
 If you swing I'm bobbing, even if I'm dobbed out and mobbing
 The only dope corner, in my Jordans
 Niggaz is stars and, they need to get they game sharpened
 Out there robbing, bound to get they days darkened
 I keep my 4-4 barking, for them lames larking
 And them bustas plotting on me, in the valet parking
 Steady sparking, pounds of killa
 Plus a young nigga grinds for scrilla, on the reala
 I load eighteen wheelers, full of yale
 Dog proof for the smell, all about my mail
 Only time will tell, the FED's on my trail
 Plus you know, that a young nigga built to scale
 A heavy weighter, billboard penetrator
 Biting mics, I'm a rap game gladiator
 [Hook - 2x]
 The haaaardest, the hardest
 (rule number one, always keep it reala)
 (number two on my chest, a untamed guerilla)
 Keeping it reala, the realest
 (cap peeler, plus I bite mics for scrilla)
 (take it from me who I be, hardest pit in the litter)
 [Big Pokey]
 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 punching the clockBig Pokey - Hardest Pit - http://ru.motolyrics.com/big-pokey/hardest-pit-lyrics.html
 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 buying from Hector
 Calls collector, plus a snitch detector
 I.Q. like leopard, dope game perfecter
 Mobstyle protector, sky street infector
 I'm a platinum editor, CEO director
 Chin checker, just a certified wrecker
 Sweeping 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
 Everything gon remain the same, what's my name
[Hook]
 [Big Pokey]
 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 niggaz 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 nothing 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 niggaz brains, like mines rain
 It ain't mine, if it ain't wide frame
 (what if you off the chain), then you best to hide mayn
 Spit verses for change, and bring 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
[Hook - 4x]












