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song lyrics
City Of Syrup lyrics
[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 wanna 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
Screwwwyeah
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
Chorus
[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
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