Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Of Syrup, artist - Big Moe.
Date of issue: 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 |