Big Moe, Z-Ro, Big Hawk - Po' it Up lyrics

Po'it up baby let'ssip
Sip with Moe let's po' some mo'
Back do

Po' it up (yeah eh yeah)
Let yo mind be free (Ah let me free yeah)
Sippin' drank wit M-O-E (Sip wit Moe)
Po' a fo (Po' a foooo)
Back do some mo' (yeah eh yeah)
On the South Side weeee

While I'm smokin' and leanin
Hatas plottin' and schemin'
None sippas be fiendin' like
A vagina for semen do you know the feelin'
Of how it feels to lean
Now don't cough syrup or barre promethazine
Wit some sticky green and po' up an eight
In a Orange Sunkist or a Welch's Grape
Sip the skee taste
Hit the blunts ya rolled up
And grab a firm grip of dat hundred dolla cup
Maan hold up share some wit ya buddies
Don't hit Big Moe cous cause it's too muddy
Big Red lookin' bloody like
A blood transfusion
And too much drank can cause an illusion
Make ya knees get weak and ya eyes get hazy
And ya mouth wide open now ya lookin' crazy
Drank makes ya laazzyyy
Jus ask the Barre Baby
He still stand tall wit a vigilate po' it up

Po' it up (yeah eh yeah)
Let yo mind be free (Ah let me free yeah)
Sippin' drank wit M-O-E (Sip wit Moe)
Po' a fo (Po' a foooo)
Back do some mo' (yeah eh yeah)
On the South Side weeee

Well I woke up ready this mornin'
Still throwed from the night befo'
A playa was a young'n
I got out of my bed peeped out of my window
I see my partna fulla tray smokin' on hay
That's the way it go when we ballin' parlay
So I got up and I hopped in the shower
Ya know a big dude like to smell good
So I took about an hour
A wit da cherry out da say
Got a playa bald fade
That's the way it go when a playa stay paid
Threw on a crease wit a platinum piece
Befo' I hit the sweets gotta grab my PT
Yeea-a ahhh

Po' it up (yeah eh yeah)
Let yo mind be free (Ah let me free yeah)
Sippin' drank wit M-O-E (Sip wit Moe)
Po' a fo (Po' a foooo)
Back do some mo' (yeah eh yeah)
On the South Side weeee

AH do ya thang aH do ya tha-ang
Yeah blue moon blue moooon
Uh keep it funky baby
AH keep it funky baby z-Ro
Z-Rooooo

Showin' up poin' up
Plus we blowin up the scene
Sticky green and promethazine
For da' dough we broke the beam
A nigga be swervin' in and out the lane
Fightin' sleep wit a two-liter ah Big Red
Stayin' nin time like sweet
One deep up in a Maserati
Cause friends turn fake
I be solo when I po' up and I mix and I shake
Then I'm headed for the Tray to holla at Moe
I done bought an eight
And drank an eight- and
Lookin' to get some mo' wit da Drank Baby
It ain't no if's, and's, probably or maybe
It's fo sho we gone be leanin'
On a regular by the daily brace yourself
Wreck faces and swallow skee tastes
While I'm sleepin' plenty places talkin'
Like I jus got braces
Neva be catchin' cases cause I
Stays on my toes
I got a partna named Big Gup and
Ya know he got my fo'
We be sippin and smokin' in
An attempt to stay high
With a lotta staple for my swishas
Cause I gotta stay fly po'it up

Po' it up (yeah eh yeah)
Let yo mind be free (Ah let me free yeah)
Sippin' drank wit M-O-E (Sip wit Moe)
Po' a fo (Po' a foooo)
Back do some mo' (yeah eh yeah)
On the South Side weeee

Oh aaah oh ahhhhhhh oh ahhhhh oh ahhhhh oh
Po'up wit Moooooooe we gone drank a gallon
Wit da Barre Baby