Paroles Ride With Us de Big Moe

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(feat. D-Reck, Tyte Eyez, D-Gotti, Dirty $)

[girl singing in Spanish]

[Hook - x2]
(why), do y'all think they call us Wreckshop
(when), we mash 24/7 round the clock
(what), the difference between y'all and us
Who else to trust but us, streets come and ride with us

[D-Reck]
It's still in the safe, I'm trying to pick the lock
If the music game is a dame, I'm trying to hit the G-spot
They say bigger mean better, I say good dick make it wetter
Why you spitting nothing address her, we wreck spitting for cheddar
If the Shop fall off, that'll be the end of the South
It's up to Reck connect the dots, where Lil' J left off
I done studied the best, I done passed the test
Now grandma masking my medal, 'fore I settle for less
I'm Texas raised nigga, with Texas ways nigga
In the Lone Star State, we stay paid nigga
Whether yay or whether hay, or the fly shit I say
You lil' dudes gon lose, or move the fuck out the way
It's the rap game, (man these niggaz done turned this shit into the cap game)
Let's treat these niggaz like bitches, and leave em slapped mayn
I don't talk it I Iive it, I post up and I pimp it
I don't boast, just get it

[Hook - x2]

[Tyte Eyez]
Fuck the mainstream, and your lame fee
Bitch I'm in these streets knee deep, digging in your main queen
And I know she cut for me, cause she be ironing my dickies
And when I fall asleep, she be trying to give me hickeys
Man she love my dirty drawas, even wash my socks man
And be a tad bit nervous, when I hit the block man
Cause I rock a foot long, and baby that is much harder
Ask me how I know, because she drinks my bath water
Got's of order y'all a body bag, cause y'all niggaz through
Don't ask me bout my flow, because my shit's sick like the flu
I flew across the country, with that bitch from Argentina
Her name was Annie Mae, but then changed it to Tina
Like Ike, I do a dike too
SUV on dub three's, Cadillac and bike too
Man a night dude, some to a playas when the freaks come out
We in the game in the gym, with the bleachers out

[Hook - x2]

[D-Gotti]
It's time to step on these hoes, rep on hoes
Baby mama like, how them niggaz slept on those
Wreckshop pros, we done did it before
You main squeeze hit it before, as you should know
Bout me, Cocoa Shenelle with fresh odor sale
You got it fresh up out of jail, and he fetching his mail
Yeah I'm a dog, call me Rov' cause I'm in a Range
The 4 on side of me, cause 'fore the game it's pain
And the same damn thang, make you laugh make you cry
Last in line, always the first to show out
As I pour out some liquor, for my dogs that got swallowed
We them same damn cats, that you other niggaz follow
'Fore I wallow in my misery, I'm go and get some trees
Before you talk down, better go and check my history
Seriously we hot, the block done been took
Jewels clothes and cars, did that come on hook

[Hook]

[Dirty $]
It's time to tighten up your belts, slap on your chest straps
Put your pads on the champs, home like the camp song
Pressing Wreckshop stamps on, like some need a tampons
Boys made a little noise, now ain't nothing happen-on
These kids capping on, the foundation that we lay
Without showing the respect, for the moves that we made
Our dues been paid, paid in full
We sucka free over here, yeah the Shop got pull
And we've been outlaws, since we stepped in the do'
Boss hogging everything, from ceiling to flo'
The first major independent, sold a million of Moe
Before Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though
But that's ok, we gon put it in your face
My pack back on track, in position to win the race
Call this a skeet taste, the fam got mo' in sto'
And since y'all on y'all way out, allow me to show you the do'

[door closing]

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