Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City Of Syrup , by - Big Moe. Release date: 21.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
City Of Syrup |
| Well it ain’t no plex with the East and the West |
| With plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest |
| So leave your pistol at home cause we ain’t trying to go to war |
| The common denominator in the sitution |
| is barre like a star you can shine with |
| Roll on 20's and smoke pine with me |
| C’mon and try to leave your mind with me |
| Steady be sellin, celebratin, for payin our dues |
| With so much drank in my cup the soda water don’t even move |
| I’s a playa can’t associate with the plexin |
| Bone hard, Richmond, Mo City, Texas |
| And a veteran don’t get me wrong cause put you a glass |
| Pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass |
| Take a chill pill bill |
| Blow some kill pop the steal |
| Since we won’t ba seen |
| Sippin syrup till we leave |
| From the dirty-third coast it ain’t no roach a G |
| So fill your cup up to the brim and have a toast with me |
| All I wanna do, is bang screw |
| In my dirty-third, city of syrup |
| Bang Screw |
| Big Moe don steped in (2X) |
| I done knocked out twins (2X) |
| Moe-yo comin down I’m throwed |
| Ballin outta control it’s Big Moe |
| I’ma let you know (2X) |
| I done let the po 4 (2X) |
| Can’t nobody sip mo than moe-yo |
| It’s Big Moe drank baby |
| I done came down (2X) |
| Up out H-Town (2X) |
| And you know I’m throwed a G |
| The M-O-E cocked up on three |
| I’m comin down threw in my day moe-yooooo |
| Screwwwyeah |
| Moe comin down made that candy wet moe-yoooo |
| Said a moeoooo |
| Big Mow ridin down on chrome |
| Y2K with my headlights on |
| Crossin threw the yellowstone |
| Bout to scoop me a yellowbone |
| Po six and my stop one |
| Time for me to pay my phone |
| Hatta’z better leave Moe alone |
| In other words just sing the song |
| In the city of syrup we like to jam music slow |
| Still come up substance make them hit the floor |
| 84's and vouls with the freshes on my lows |
| Specialy on the fours doors |
| Bump the strape againts rows |
| Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard |
| Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard |
| Charge the platinum card and the visa to the max!!! |
| Still won’t get no sleep till my click see some cacs |
| Cadillacs and six packs we guys bangin screw |
| Click click clack, get yor wimp ass threw |
| Payin do’s and stayin tru is the rule of the game |
| On top of the food chains |
| Bangin screw it won’t change for nothin |