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    "City Of Syrup" Lyrics

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    [Big Moe]
    Well it ain't no plex with the East and the West
    With plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest
    So leave your pistol at home cause we ain't trying to go to war
    The common denominator in the sitution
    is barre like a star you can shine with
    Roll on 20's and smoke pine with me
    c'mon and try to leave your mind with me
    Steady be sellin, celebratin, for payin our dues
    With so much drank in my cup the soda water don't even move
    I's a playa can't associate with the plexin
    Bone hard, bitch, Mo City, Texas
    And a veteran don't get me wrong cause put you a glass
    Pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass
    Take a chill pill bill
    Blow some kill pop the steal
    Since we won't ba seen
    Sippin syrup till we leave
    From the dirty-third coast it ain't no roach a G
    So fill your cup up to the brim and have a toast with me

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    All I want to do, is bang screw
    In my dirty-third, city of syrup
    Bang Screw

    [Big Moe]
    Big Moe don steped in (2X)
    I done knocked out twins (2X)
    Moe-yo comin down I'm throwed
    Ballin outta control it's Big Moe
    I'ma let you know (2X)
    I done let the po 4 (2X)
    Can't nobody sip mo than moe-yo
    It's Big Moe drank baby
    I done came down (2X)
    Up out H-Town (2X)
    And you know I'm throwed a G
    The M-O-E cocked up on three
    I'm comin down threw in my day moe-yooooo
    Moe comin down made that candy wet moe-yoooo
    Said a moeoooo
    Big Mow ridin down on chrome
    Y2K with my headlights on
    Crossin threw the yellowstone
    Bout to scoop me a yellowbone
    Po six and my stop one
    Time for me to pay my phone
    Hatta'z better leave Moe alone
    In other words just sing the song


    [Big Moe]
    In the city of syrup we like to jam music slow
    Still come up substance make them hit the floor
    84's and vouls with the freshes on my lows
    Specialy on the fours doors
    Bump the strape againts rows
    Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard
    Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard
    Charge the platinum card and the visa to the max!!!
    Still won't get no sleep till my click see some cacs
    Cadillacs and six packs we guys bangin screw
    Click click clack, get yor wimp ass threw
    Payin do's and stayin tru is the rule of the game
    On top of the food chains
    Bangin screw it won't change for nothin

    Chorus 4X
    • submitted by Snap on November 21st, 2013
    • written by Aswad W Sampson, Kenneth moore
    • copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing

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