BIG POKEY

BIG POKEY - He's So Gangsta lyrics

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[talking:]

Uh, I need a bad bitch bad hoe

Go hard with a nigga, in the middle the flo'

[Big Pokey:]

I need a bad bitch, bad hoe

Go hard with a nigga, in the middle the flo'

Ain't complaining, bout her knees so'

Ain't gon leave, till her jeans to'

Five foot fo', dark and thick

Call her bitch, cause she bark at dick

When I'm finished with her, then my boy can hit

If not, next time I'ma dodge the chick

I don't, play with hoes

I run through broads, like a change of clothes

Dressed in a fo', top of the line

If you hear my headboard, then I'm knocking her down

If I hit her from the back, I'ma pop her behind

Make it sound off, like a shot from the nine

A peck on the neck, I get her hot as a iron

If she say I went low, better stop her from lying

[Hook:]

(he's so gangsta), I need a bad bitch bad hoe

(he's so gangsta), go hard with a nigga in the middle the flo'

(he's so gangsta), I need a thick bitch sexy slim

(he's so gangsta), Niggaz get checked I don't play with them

[Big Pokey:]

I'ma pull up in the lot, Beamer or Benz

Jumping out clean, in my skeeto for men

Let the games begin, I'm on Jane and Henn

X-O in my life, so I'm sane again

Hoes in the place, so I got to lay low

Snatch some'ing foreign, get her shots of Cuervo

(where your girl at), I done left the wench

Baby jumped fly, put that hoe on the bench

Past tense, naw I mean

Trying to slide up, in her Prada jeans

Hoes pulling on me, like a slot machine

Plus I got em tripping, on the watch and ring

I need a young stunner, thoroughbred

Pigeon toe, standing on the back of her legs

Buck wild, cause a nigga back in the FEDs

Liquor got her wired up, attacking her head

[Hook]

[Big Pokey:]

This one goes out, to my ladies in the club

My niggaz outside, on dubs nigga what

With a slut, ready to get up in her guts

Thighs butt, I'm just sizing it up

Young buck, pushing a 2000 truck

DVD, TV deluxe

Pushing through the lot, with my attitude on

Nigga in a zone, trying to take some'ing home

Flipping through my phone, trying to find a date

Gon be hard to do, cause it's kinda late

Out the gate, I'ma flex my weight

If baby drank, I got a extra eight

I'ma feed her steaks, eggs and juice

We gon make the bed shake, like a 70 deuce

Impala, when I hit her she holla

Choke when she swalla, top flo' at the Ramada

[Hook x4]

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