Maan! (Screwed) Songtext
von Big Moe
Maan! (Screwed) Songtext
What′s the deal? It's No D, baby! Huh
I′ve got Moe-Yo Pollo and my boy ESG, Sosa, the Freestyle Kings in here. Say
Say, look here, they got a song out there called "Man"
You know what I'm sayin'?
We love that, we respect that, but in Texas, Louisiana
We talk about that "Man"!
Moe-Yo, make ′em say
I was sippin′ 'til the head like (Man!)
Comin′ down, got a potent-ass purple Sprite (Man!)
I hit the boulevard, red with my tight knife (Man!)
I'm hittin′ the boulevard, man, and I'm out of sight (Man!)
I was sippin′ 'til the whole head like (Man!)
Sippin' potent-ass drank, I ain′t scared like (Man!)
Man, them hatin′-ass niggas, they be dead like (Man!)
Moe comin' down, drank out the spread like (Man!)
Comin′ down, B, for my Texas
Whole squad's plexin′, Lexus (Man!)
Man, let me wreck this, it's that Motorola
South, man, I tote the four (Man!)
AK, I′m down to hold it, it's the claim, man, million-dollar stain
Hit the boulevard, Moe-Yo gon' spread (Man!)
I can spread drank, nigga, I′ll sprinkle out the bar
I roll the drank in the jelly jar
What′s up, No D? What's up, Dolla Bill? (Man!)
I′m ridin' in the hill, my microphone is real
What′s up to the Darren? What's up to my niggas?
I got a pull trigger, bought it, made it bigger
Hilfiger, FUBU shirt (Man!)
It′s that Moe on the mic, I'm hittin' it where it hurt
You can′t fuck with a G, big
Hit my kinfolk ′til I D-I-E
S-U-C, Wreckshop family (Man!)
We hit the boulevard, top down, feel me?
Uh (Man!), I ain't trippin′, though
Never slippin', though, ha!
Everybody like (Man!)
All my G′s in H-Town like (Man!)
Dallas ballers puttin' it down like (Man!)
Where my Shreveport bangers? Say (Man!)
All my Austin, Texas slangers say (Man!)
Where y′all at in Little Rock? Say (Man!)
ATL, you don't stop like (Man!)
New Orleans, you bling-bling like (Man!)
Watch Wreckshop do our thing like (Man!)
I hit the showroom floor, I live the thug life
I want the coupe, two-door, I'm sittin′ low
Twenties and kicks, my screens lit, watchin′ Beats Party Flix
2Pac's "Takin′ Turns" on my (Man!)
Ten thousand on my wrist, I'm the boss
Told me take my chain off, let my body defrost
Feel like I′m frozen (Man!), the chosen (Man!)
Fourteen on my neck, five thousand on my hand like (Man!)
Man, I chop the block like fans
Flames, see my propellers when I land
Hoppin' out of candy helicopters, ESG, Wreckshopper
Fat lady gon′ see the opera, it's over
Man, I thought I told ya, me and that Motorola
Southside dozers and the Pollo roller
Screwed up cliquester, call me ESG
The Freestyle Boa Constrictor (Man!)
I'ma jump up in this thing and you see I′m sayin′
I ain't gon′ stop, it's that Sensei for sure
Get in the door and buyin′ the record
Showin' nothin′ but naked, what more is expected?
I'm the (Man!), pushin' the Benz, a Lex van painted tan
Eighteens kickin′ in the ass like Jackie Chan
All that Tae Bo, see that hydro
That′s all I blow, ask that Big Moe
Push a four-door, rep the logo, you know it's me
Bitin′ the mic, arf, bitch, I'm a G
See, won′t stop, I set up shop
Then I wreck it, show ass naked, Mall 5 protected
Sensei don't play, won′t play
Never did, pop the lid on the pint
Turn it upside down and I'ma sip it
Give me a kilo and I'ma whip it
Ship it, distribute it just like tapes
When I touch the track, the track get erased (Man!)
A gorilla untamed, nigga, know my name
Sensei, uh
(Man!)
All my G′s who stackin′ ends say (Man!)
All my ballers in the pen say (Man!)
Where y'all at in SA say (Man!)
California all day say (Man!)
Brooklyn, Queens, let me hear you say (Man!)
Jersey fellas, let me hear you say (Man!)
Florida killers, let me hear you say (Man!)
Tampa dealers, Miami say (Man!)
Shreveport, Monroe say (Man!)
Alexandria, PA say (Man!)
What y′all think? It's us here, say (Man!)
Wreckshop and the Joneses say (Man!)
I′ve got Moe-Yo Pollo and my boy ESG, Sosa, the Freestyle Kings in here. Say
Say, look here, they got a song out there called "Man"
You know what I'm sayin'?
We love that, we respect that, but in Texas, Louisiana
We talk about that "Man"!
Moe-Yo, make ′em say
I was sippin′ 'til the head like (Man!)
Comin′ down, got a potent-ass purple Sprite (Man!)
I hit the boulevard, red with my tight knife (Man!)
I'm hittin′ the boulevard, man, and I'm out of sight (Man!)
I was sippin′ 'til the whole head like (Man!)
Sippin' potent-ass drank, I ain′t scared like (Man!)
Man, them hatin′-ass niggas, they be dead like (Man!)
Moe comin' down, drank out the spread like (Man!)
Comin′ down, B, for my Texas
Whole squad's plexin′, Lexus (Man!)
Man, let me wreck this, it's that Motorola
South, man, I tote the four (Man!)
AK, I′m down to hold it, it's the claim, man, million-dollar stain
Hit the boulevard, Moe-Yo gon' spread (Man!)
I can spread drank, nigga, I′ll sprinkle out the bar
I roll the drank in the jelly jar
What′s up, No D? What's up, Dolla Bill? (Man!)
I′m ridin' in the hill, my microphone is real
What′s up to the Darren? What's up to my niggas?
I got a pull trigger, bought it, made it bigger
Hilfiger, FUBU shirt (Man!)
It′s that Moe on the mic, I'm hittin' it where it hurt
You can′t fuck with a G, big
Hit my kinfolk ′til I D-I-E
S-U-C, Wreckshop family (Man!)
We hit the boulevard, top down, feel me?
Uh (Man!), I ain't trippin′, though
Never slippin', though, ha!
Everybody like (Man!)
All my G′s in H-Town like (Man!)
Dallas ballers puttin' it down like (Man!)
Where my Shreveport bangers? Say (Man!)
All my Austin, Texas slangers say (Man!)
Where y′all at in Little Rock? Say (Man!)
ATL, you don't stop like (Man!)
New Orleans, you bling-bling like (Man!)
Watch Wreckshop do our thing like (Man!)
I hit the showroom floor, I live the thug life
I want the coupe, two-door, I'm sittin′ low
Twenties and kicks, my screens lit, watchin′ Beats Party Flix
2Pac's "Takin′ Turns" on my (Man!)
Ten thousand on my wrist, I'm the boss
Told me take my chain off, let my body defrost
Feel like I′m frozen (Man!), the chosen (Man!)
Fourteen on my neck, five thousand on my hand like (Man!)
Man, I chop the block like fans
Flames, see my propellers when I land
Hoppin' out of candy helicopters, ESG, Wreckshopper
Fat lady gon′ see the opera, it's over
Man, I thought I told ya, me and that Motorola
Southside dozers and the Pollo roller
Screwed up cliquester, call me ESG
The Freestyle Boa Constrictor (Man!)
I'ma jump up in this thing and you see I′m sayin′
I ain't gon′ stop, it's that Sensei for sure
Get in the door and buyin′ the record
Showin' nothin′ but naked, what more is expected?
I'm the (Man!), pushin' the Benz, a Lex van painted tan
Eighteens kickin′ in the ass like Jackie Chan
All that Tae Bo, see that hydro
That′s all I blow, ask that Big Moe
Push a four-door, rep the logo, you know it's me
Bitin′ the mic, arf, bitch, I'm a G
See, won′t stop, I set up shop
Then I wreck it, show ass naked, Mall 5 protected
Sensei don't play, won′t play
Never did, pop the lid on the pint
Turn it upside down and I'ma sip it
Give me a kilo and I'ma whip it
Ship it, distribute it just like tapes
When I touch the track, the track get erased (Man!)
A gorilla untamed, nigga, know my name
Sensei, uh
(Man!)
All my G′s who stackin′ ends say (Man!)
All my ballers in the pen say (Man!)
Where y'all at in SA say (Man!)
California all day say (Man!)
Brooklyn, Queens, let me hear you say (Man!)
Jersey fellas, let me hear you say (Man!)
Florida killers, let me hear you say (Man!)
Tampa dealers, Miami say (Man!)
Shreveport, Monroe say (Man!)
Alexandria, PA say (Man!)
What y′all think? It's us here, say (Man!)
Wreckshop and the Joneses say (Man!)
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