Big Pokey - Mind & Muscle lyrics

Hey (hey) E May hey, turn my mic up And you can put some effects on it though [Chorus - 2x] Be a G in these streets, use your mind and muscle Be a savage bout your cabbage, put it down you hustle Let your nuts touch the flo', when it's time to tussle Ah, it's a struggle [Big Pokey] Be a G in these streets, it's a constant struggle Always know by trouble, I done stayed on the smuggle Cartel affiliated, the whole click is cut throat From the bushes to the heat, we respect it with the utmost Gulf Coast gangsta, multiple millionaire banksta No doubt, I run routes like a NFL flamer Plus we dropping the anchor, on the yacht Pushing barettas dot, marking in secluded spots All work no play, all about my pringles Steady dropping singles, life was sitting in the shingles Or the estates of Vegas gated, Benz Mercedes Four b**hes in the back, one expecting babies Bad b**hes to lay me, on the regular Blowing in my cellular, serious I'm telling you Superior, respect the name And don't hate the n***a, hate the game [Chorus] [Big Pokey] f** with me, I got something that'll flatten your wallet If you want it I got it, either soft or solid Got backstreet knowledge, and don't abide by rules Make coughing boys crack, with the funk I use Keep the context cool, we push Benzes and vics Bricks with scorpion prints, three quarter minks and trenches Find that a** on the bench, f**ing with a contender At the bar I'm a big spender, 20's are corner benders From H-Town to Virginia, n***as can't see me Since I pulled up in your city, in the big body is how you see n***as wanna fight me, but I weigh too many pounds Keep a chopper in the trunk, with the same amount of rounds I hit they high, kidnap they daughters and wives Live my life on the edge of the cliff, ready to die 24-365, the game gone turn uh, you better learn n***a [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] It's on, this from off the top of the dome Three story, five snipers on top of my home Everything I sport, I got the matching cologne Belt, shoes, and a hat to put on Benz on chrome, I got that there Gucci to the flo', hopping out that there Stop that there, boy I smash the gas Dump a slug like a ash, plus my nuts touch the gra** A G n***a, slash the D dealer Make a 6-4 frame, leap and three wheelers See n***a, I'm one of the ones Young don, dope game phenomenon In a six hund', getting wig from a blond One of the runners, a head hunter from Tucson Two-ston Tex, where boys lose they leg And depending on the n***a, you might lose your neck [Chorus - 2x]