
City of Syrup Big Moe (Ft. DJ Screw, Tyte Eyes & Z-Ro)
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[Intro: DJ Screw]
What's the motherfuckin' deal?
DJ Screw in this muhfucka, know what I'm sayin'
Nigga done started this slowed up shit, know what I'm saying
In the motherfucking studio with my nigga, the Drank Baby
Know what I'm talmbout, know what I'm saying
Tyte Eyez, Z-Ro, Screwed Up Entertainment
Wreckshop Records, putting it down, baby
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Well it ain’t no plex with the East and the West
It’s plenty drank for your kidneys and plenty weed for your chest
So leave your pistol at home ‘cause we ain’t tryna go to war
The common denominator in the situation is barre
Like a star you could shine with me, roll on 20’s and smoke pine with me
Come on and try to lift your mind with me
Steady be celebrating from paying our dues
Put so much drank in my cup, the soda water don’t even move
I’s a player, can’t associate with the plexing
Bone hard, Ridgemont, Mo City, Texan
A veteran, don’t get me wrong 'cause I’m quick to blast
Rather pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass
Take a chill pill Bill, blow some kill, pop the seal
Since we one big city, it’s every sid for live
From the dirty third coast, it ain’t no roaching, G
Just fill your flow up to the brim and have a toast with me
What's the motherfuckin' deal?
DJ Screw in this muhfucka, know what I'm sayin'
Nigga done started this slowed up shit, know what I'm saying
In the motherfucking studio with my nigga, the Drank Baby
Know what I'm talmbout, know what I'm saying
Tyte Eyez, Z-Ro, Screwed Up Entertainment
Wreckshop Records, putting it down, baby
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Well it ain’t no plex with the East and the West
It’s plenty drank for your kidneys and plenty weed for your chest
So leave your pistol at home ‘cause we ain’t tryna go to war
The common denominator in the situation is barre
Like a star you could shine with me, roll on 20’s and smoke pine with me
Come on and try to lift your mind with me
Steady be celebrating from paying our dues
Put so much drank in my cup, the soda water don’t even move
I’s a player, can’t associate with the plexing
Bone hard, Ridgemont, Mo City, Texan
A veteran, don’t get me wrong 'cause I’m quick to blast
Rather pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass
Take a chill pill Bill, blow some kill, pop the seal
Since we one big city, it’s every sid for live
From the dirty third coast, it ain’t no roaching, G
Just fill your flow up to the brim and have a toast with me
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