Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre - Whoa lyrics

[Intro] I'm getting ready to put y'all up on something, man Yo, when you see something ill, know what I mean? That sh** is whoa, anything ill you see is whoa n***a, have a big 6 at the curb, that's whoa Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa Like you know what I mean? Like, yo [Verse 1] I had this bad b**h Uptown, she was whoa Had me f**ed up in the head, I mean whoa Bought the b**h diamonds and pearls, I mean whoa Shoulda seen them sh**s shining on her wrist, whoa Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa Pulled out my bankroll on y'all n***as like whoa Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa f*ggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like whoa Had to hit the brakes on y'all n***as like whoa n***as getting pulled on my block like whoa Coming home within a half an hour like whoa Fronting like they had the manpower like whoa More or less, Moreso [Hook] I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa My n***as, like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa [Verse 2] Ease pain with c**aine like whoa Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like whoa Hundred miles an hour, switching lanes like whoa Plus I'm getting brain from this chick like whoa Finger near a n***a a**hole like whoa Scene floss riches and b**hes like whoa 99 Jag Benz Coupe like whoa Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa Grenade through your window b**h, like whoa Love to see me do this sh**, like whoa n***as put me through this sh**, like whoa So I'mma go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow like whoa [Hook] [Verse 3] We bag it, then flip it like whoa Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa Spitting on fiends that come for crack like whoa Asking for shorts and sh**, n***a like whoa Half on his crunk, now n***a, that's whoa Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa Ain't no stopping me, I'm deep like whoa Guns be popping, B, we creep like whoa Hear my name in these streets, it's like whoa Must I pound the concrete like whoa Fill his b**h a**, head to feet like whoa Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa Play y'all self, I get the G.I. Joe D-I-C, K riders ain't whoa [Hook] [Verse 4] n***as getting money in VA is whoa Honies looking right in ATL is whoa n***as pimping hoes in Chi-Town is whoa b**hes taking paper in L.A. is whoa n***as stacking dough in D.C. is whoa P.R. D.R. hold me down like whoa Ballers in Detroit hold me down like whoa n***as in New Orleans getting money is whoa Boston and Jersey, mothaf**as is whoa Florida n***as and Philly n***as is whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa Memphis and Lil' Rock, my n***as is whoa Panama n***as they hold me down like whoa My New York peoples they hold me down like whoa Bad Boy n***a, word is bond, we whoa Alumni b**hes, word is bond, we whoa N.C, S.C., mothaf**as is whoa My n***a Buckwild, word is bond he whoa [Outro] And that's just how the story go And whoever I forgot on this sh** is, whoa 8th Street, Life Story, Petey P, that n***a The beat I got from big Buckwild is whoa That n***a Black Rob on the mic is whoa My whole f**ing flow on the mic is whoa