Nacho Picasso, Jarv Dee - Moor Gang lyrics
[Nacho Picasso, Jarv Dee - Moor Gang lyrics]
"I was the undisputed leader then i carried
The whole goddamn outfit on my
Back like it was my own newborn
Son but, I guess deep down
I knew we could never win"
B-A-Y-B Moor Gang four chains, war games
We whore dames, whores came with horns
And that came straight from Jorge
Poor thing, high self-esteem
But we more vain
Guess it's just a Moor thang, huh?
I got an odd flow one that the gods quote
I got a long stroke
Right down your broad's throat high octane
NOS up the nostrils dirty roscoes
Tossed out of Tahoes
To Lake Tahoe to talk with the cabo
Listening to the O'Jay's in OJ's Bronco
Moor Gang movement, we move like the Mongols
Guerillas in the mist
Take a left at the Congo
Put me in the sleeper
Won't loosen up my stronghold
Take the case to triall
I'mma beat the bitch like bongos
You went the wrong way, capish compadre?
I'm a giant, Goliath, andre
Dirty clothes, washing money like laundray
And DeAndre will kidnap your madre
I'm up early, eye boogers, the bad breath
Open up the blinds, +Blue Sky Black Death+
B-A-Y-B Moor Gang how could you ignore game
You're a no-go to her but to
Her we are a sure thang
Square biz for you but to us
She does that war thang
Ask you for space but chop me
Down up on the moon, man
Yes I'm that Kid, Cudi
All up in the pussy but
I'm looking for the money
Push her out the van
She hit the floor running
Tell her bring it back cause
The bear needs honey tell her serve it up
Cause the staircase funny
I'mma tell her make it rain
If the forecast sunny
She can do it all, sit, stand or crawl
Ain't nothing that she won't do for me
She said money make her cum but I
Said this game gon' make you run
And if your friends want to join
Then pass the baton
This relay needs to be won
Got a pack of them Flo Jo's
In a two door with Nacho
They three deep in my backseat
Where the room for your main honcho, huh
I'm popping p's telling them
Get my pesos pronto
Upgraded to a truck and sell 'em
Out the back like they tacos
I'll put your dame up in
The rain I'm that cold
Put her on the track and never go back
Marion Jones
The gods don't favor you, they hate me too
But homey, I'mma pray for you
I be swagged out constantly
Smokin' like Constantine
SB's, Levi's, tats and a concert tee
Ain't no one the boss of me
That's my philosophy even in an X hat
Ain't nobody crossin' me
I'm smokin' awesome green
Mouth full of Boston Beans
? a fiend, head full of rotten things
All the drugs I've abused and
I'm still not amused
Put in a bullet in a muse
And refused all they views
Got a chip on my shoulder
And something to prove life's a bitch
I'm a loner with nothing to lose
Takin' girls by the two
So I don't have to choose
Big butts and boobs, blunts and booze
Watching Ninja Turtles I I:
Secret of the Ooze
With my Steven Urkel frames and
My custom made shoes
The whole goddamn outfit on my
Back like it was my own newborn
Son but, I guess deep down
I knew we could never win"
B-A-Y-B Moor Gang four chains, war games
We whore dames, whores came with horns
And that came straight from Jorge
Poor thing, high self-esteem
But we more vain
Guess it's just a Moor thang, huh?
I got an odd flow one that the gods quote
I got a long stroke
Right down your broad's throat high octane
NOS up the nostrils dirty roscoes
Tossed out of Tahoes
To Lake Tahoe to talk with the cabo
Listening to the O'Jay's in OJ's Bronco
Moor Gang movement, we move like the Mongols
Guerillas in the mist
Take a left at the Congo
Put me in the sleeper
Won't loosen up my stronghold
Take the case to triall
I'mma beat the bitch like bongos
You went the wrong way, capish compadre?
I'm a giant, Goliath, andre
Dirty clothes, washing money like laundray
And DeAndre will kidnap your madre
I'm up early, eye boogers, the bad breath
Open up the blinds, +Blue Sky Black Death+
B-A-Y-B Moor Gang how could you ignore game
You're a no-go to her but to
Her we are a sure thang
Square biz for you but to us
She does that war thang
Ask you for space but chop me
Down up on the moon, man
Yes I'm that Kid, Cudi
All up in the pussy but
I'm looking for the money
Push her out the van
She hit the floor running
Tell her bring it back cause
The bear needs honey tell her serve it up
Cause the staircase funny
I'mma tell her make it rain
If the forecast sunny
She can do it all, sit, stand or crawl
Ain't nothing that she won't do for me
She said money make her cum but I
Said this game gon' make you run
And if your friends want to join
Then pass the baton
This relay needs to be won
Got a pack of them Flo Jo's
In a two door with Nacho
They three deep in my backseat
Where the room for your main honcho, huh
I'm popping p's telling them
Get my pesos pronto
Upgraded to a truck and sell 'em
Out the back like they tacos
I'll put your dame up in
The rain I'm that cold
Put her on the track and never go back
Marion Jones
The gods don't favor you, they hate me too
But homey, I'mma pray for you
I be swagged out constantly
Smokin' like Constantine
SB's, Levi's, tats and a concert tee
Ain't no one the boss of me
That's my philosophy even in an X hat
Ain't nobody crossin' me
I'm smokin' awesome green
Mouth full of Boston Beans
? a fiend, head full of rotten things
All the drugs I've abused and
I'm still not amused
Put in a bullet in a muse
And refused all they views
Got a chip on my shoulder
And something to prove life's a bitch
I'm a loner with nothing to lose
Takin' girls by the two
So I don't have to choose
Big butts and boobs, blunts and booze
Watching Ninja Turtles I I:
Secret of the Ooze
With my Steven Urkel frames and
My custom made shoes