Big Pokey & Chris Ward - Go,go,go lyrics
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(feat. H.A.W.K. & Mike D) [Hook x2:] One, if you got skills then show it Two, the time is now so don't blow it Three, you say you're fire then spit your flow Nigga go nigga go, nigga go nigga go [Chris Ward:] Flow sick, they'll make daddy's little daughter hurl Hard enough, to make a 25 cent quarter curl Fire flames I spit, I burn down water world Oops my bad, I think just burned down Water World I'm a hard working man, with soft hands Cause I move a bit of that hard work, in soft sand I got ties to the streets, both the North and South land How many times have you seen me, running my mouth man I'm a hella-a-fied soloist, bonified vocalist Iced out Rolo-list, when I rap the booth know I'm pissed I can't lie I'm thoed at this, and unpredictable Like Mystikal in 9-7, boys call me Crystikal Ha-ha-ha, hol' up Crystikal Ward (that boy thoed), uh Catch me hopping out of something, slamming suicidal do's Anytime any place, spitting suicidal flows C. Ward the spokesman, that's the title I hold I'm deep in these streets nigga, like gutters and pot holes [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:] Yeah who, nigga it's H-A-Dub Buck shot slugs, Dead End thug To whom it may concern, nigga it's my turn You boys gon learn, when H.A.W.K. spit it's burn baby burn I'ma go nigga go, or I'ma wreck your flow Checkmate hoe, then X you out like tic-tac-toe I'll steal the show, make motherfuckers want some mo' For a mill or mo', I'll send one through your afro The flow is figga fo', so surrender hoe I'm a gladiator bitch, like Russell Crowe And now you know, I spit thangs for my lil' bro And the object of the game, is to get that do' I ain't lying, the metaphors are death defying There's no denying, I was born with the heart of a lion Keep on trying, you could compete with this verbal assault And you're gonna feel the wrath, of Incredible H.A.W.K. [Hook x2] [Mike D:] I don't know, what made these devils give me a F-I I can't keep my hands, off them birds that don't fly Just left the Penn, where birds they don't fly Corle's back home, and daddy I'm on fire And I keep's me, a heater for cheaters With rhymes, that'll run right through your wife beater Suddenly catch me, in a Benz two seater Riding with a long hair, Spanish speaking senorita Don't get managed, and make 'em skeet your needle I got killers in the booth, that'll snatch you out your sneakers I'm telling you boy, I'm above the law Ain't been out sixty days, it's like oh my God I'm already stunting, whipping out boys Lac in the drive way, sitting on yard Really got at me, hit me with a quad This can't be reality, no sir boy [Big Pokey:] Last it up, come from my hip ass is fucked Three inches above your waist, tear your gut My barrel is up, beam on you one in the head I yank triggas on punk niggaz, and put 'em to bed This for my FED niggaz, all my living and my dead niggaz Scared niggaz, they raping the box Trying to spread with a nigga, but he raping the pot Next you gon be hanging his drawas, and drying 'em out I'd rather get shot, caught slipping vest at the crib Hit in the arms, trying to block my chest and my ribs Testing my skills, that's just like testing my steal I'm in the booth acting a donkey, and blessing the real It's a crock bull loose, and he roaming the street Last week meat in his teeth, clutching his gat Man ever pissed, cause his stomach touching his back We fin's to do this hoe, like we did it down in Iraq Nigga for stacks, house is full of mili's and macks Watching the playoffs dog, that's how gorillas relax Gorillas react, on sight see it and merk it Catch a square with a line, on this turf and working I nerf'd him, skip flagged ball and turfed him Formed M-O-B dog, and it all was worth it [Hook x2] Nigga go nigga go, nigga go nigga go
