All About My Doe [Chopped & Screwed Version]

[Intro: Big Moe] That nigga Big Ass Moe Chilling with my partner named D-Mo It's on his birthday we coming through In a nigga's trunk is a nigga named Screw And I got that boy Key-C in here And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea Coming out the 3, cutting hairs With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate I'ma come through bouncing on a scraping plate *DJ Screw scratching...* [Verse 1: Bird] I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts Pop the fucking trunk, the Neon lights gonna come Coming down the 'vard Acting hard, not fraud Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad Automatic ho, gotta yella ho Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock, I roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?"" [Interlude: Big Moe] It's them boys off that Long Drive That nigga D-Mo [Verse 2: D-Mo] Getting crunk on tha real-a I'm a nigga be smoking that killa Because we know we coming down and A nigga feel so trilla Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe Man let me get my shit right Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off Cause I know I'm gonna be the one To take a fucking loss 26, up in this bitch: be jamming Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid Everybody late and I'mma just gon' play And bitches be tripping Cause they don't wanna ever stay Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad So I get my cash and I act mad I mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac A nigga coming down with blue and purple Coming down with the 5th in the back And I'm feelin so true Got much love for my nigga named Screw The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him He broke em all down and we all got high And niggas don't be tripping, don't Be doin no drive-bys Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red We like that fucking green and paper's what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch And this nigga's singing Coming through just like hell The bells are ringing Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo [Interlude: Big Moe] It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive You know we stayin playa made You know we gotta strive To the T-o-p, that's the top man I'ma come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know We comin down bald fades, not afros [Verse 3: Key-C] Now we chilling, now we just leaning And we coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird And you know we just hooked up on some syrup Now you know we gone, going real strong I'm thinking riding far, I'm thinking riding long Drop, roll, barre: that's what I want I'm coming on down jamming with that P-phone I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming And you know we smoke weed We don't f*ck with embalming Cause that shit bad for a G like me I guess I represent Southside: lil' Key-C I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes And you know what everybody higher than a kite Or they just leaning in they seat Smoking swisher sweets Want some fucking crack Gon' and hit me on my beep A-I-R, sipping on the barre Nigga you don't understand Nigga in our car Got 4 TV's all up in the seats And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets I'm just what reclining Nigga bumper climbing Man what's up in my mouth you see them diamonds Yeah everybody like ""beware the night"" I'm a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act scythe Gone break them hoes off Gone represent the South I'ma come through drinking lean And I ain't gonna cough I'mma let them boys know how far I can go I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low Keep my shit out they motherfucking mouth Because they be running I'm just gon' chill for a while Cause they know I'm coming I'm coming with something, looking kinda throwed I'm coming down riding with my partners, f*ck a ho Those hoes be out to get you, for everything But I'm out there trying to come up and swang Or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade And you know I'm always on my paper chase Always get my green, always on my lean Me and Poyo finne pop up on the scene In a classic seat Yeah that's a Jeep And you know what We finne score a fucking Ki' So guess what, I open my dresser drawer Fendi jeans and a Ki', that's what I saw I saw a bunch of shit, now I be legit I'm just in the game And the Key-C ain't gonna quit I'm steady steady hustling Steady steady struggling Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging So I get my nine out cause they got some static Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the 40 He gone get rowdy And ya don't want that shit Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature F*ck a player hater I'mma come through And you know I'm down to spray ya Let them boys know, in here with the Yungstar And he finne flow, and he Ain't no fucking punksta So I'm finne pass it Hopping like a rabbit Man I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it Under my damn bed Man I'm flipping red If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed But that ain't on my mind No I'm not thinking about 9 I'm thinking 'bout 18 Man it's my time To pop up on the scene And show my fucking naked Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it In a damn line Pop trunk, surround Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down Diamonds in our grill Tell me how ya feel Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grills The shit don't stop Tha hoes gonna bop Cause we gon' come through and we got hard rock Yep, always looking Hooked up with the clay, always cooking Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen Give me nine ounces Lemme get up on a mission Make my damn green So I can be like you We just in this bitch Chilling with my partner Screw Finne to give it to this boy Going flip his tounge Man go on, go on, go strong [Interlude: Big Moe] I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic His name is Yungstar You know that he's rolling tight I'm gonna bring him in and I'm coming down I'm coming down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town [Verse 4: Yungstar] Out H-town, showing surround by sound Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round I'm talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by Versace Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we down With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives I'm gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live Yes I'm going off, cause I gots to go man Watch I come through Watch I throw the West with my hand Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb Boys steady swerving Picking 'em up at Sterling Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns And they carved in stone, I can go on I can just flow gripping on a mobile phone It's tha Poterola, I'm a money folder Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder Grippin' on tha grain Cause so much pain To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain Watch they see me as I pop and I shine I'ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl TV/VCR, lay back on recliner And they just mad Draped an dripped in that Caddy Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung Toss 'em off the lakes Bust some shit out some lung Don't know how it's goi