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Mo City Don Freestyle Lyrics

"Mo City Don Freestyle" was written by William Griffin;joseph Wayne Mc Vey;eric Barrier.
"Mo City Don Freestyle" was written by William Griffin;joseph Wayne Mc Vey;eric Barrier.

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Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying

All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing
What they be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'

'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier

Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear

Why niggaz wanna talk down? I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box

And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean

From Southwest to Southfese
Bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way

When I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggaz and wet women

With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out 'cause that could be your ass

I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence

They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't need spinach

I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day

You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya

Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted in my motherfucking shoe

I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit

On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet

I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz
Got these hoes running 'round in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me

Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder

Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood

Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P L A T but first a G O
L D, a motherfucking plack
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule

Songwriters
William Griffin;Joseph Wayne Mc Vey;Eric Barrier

Published by
ROBERT HILL MUSIC

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