Songtext Who dat talkin down Big Pokey

Who dat talkin down

(Big Steve-R.I.P)Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Me and my partners recline, we put it down
Roll, ball, but not out of control, sit swolle
A hustler out that Boss Ness ClickCrestmont to King, Grandpappy be the lick
See these haters kinda fear and they knowin
Big ol diamond rings keep the whole damn stage glowin
And I keep pourin, eighth of drank in the sodaI'm the mothership floater and precise rhyme quoter
And it's over, cause me and that Poke, we done told ya
Mobbin just like a soldier in a big ol Range RoverHum-V even wanted me, Big SteveTrack records gon show I'm a run the industry
With a trick up my sleeve, blow the best of weed
And a million dollar stack is what the fuck a nigga need
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround(
Big Steve)Eleven in the mornin, I jumped up in my foreign
Popped up, cocked up, and my trunk was yawnin
Showin high in my ride, wide body finesser
Grippin grain down Gessner bout to bust a compressor
Tvs, VCs, that's the way it go down
Screens falllin, big ballin sittin low to the ground
See we floss like true, keep the weed and juice
Paul Chevy sittin heavy in a two-door coupe
Mash four, top to roll, Bun B, with a long haired freak
Marquises in the piece, turn the heat up
Cause niggas be jacked, they some cheaters
Take the form of block bleeders Drippin paint off the feeder streets
Sweepers in Tex, big Benz and the LexFive pointers in my ear, fifteen on my neck
Big face on the check, Navigators and RoversTwenty inches to the floor, with my V-12 motor
Now, who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround(
Big E)Who dat be, talkin down from my blind side
Crystal grain when I slide in my big ol G ride
Naked hide gots to be shown by Big EHaters worried bout a G, but they still can't see me
And Paul and P, bout to swoop in the coupe
We for real about the loot, watch the glock nine shoot
In the hoop, tinted up mafia style
Loose lips sank ships, so won't you close em a while
Ghetto child from the Southside be wreckin
Put my time in the kitchen, now them boys respectin
Still jettin off in that silver bullet
Capers I'm a pull and keep you niggas gal lookimIt's on I be cookin pie, rest is shook and
Had to plot and plan, now the money's been tookin
Givin the industry a raw naked ass whoopinCan't see us baby, cause all the shows we be bookin(repeat chorus in background)That's for all you ho-ass niggas out there talkin down on real muthafuckin playas...
We rollin muthafuckin Range Rovers, Coupes...Silver Bullets, bitch...
On Twenties...Wide bodies...
You hoes better stop trippin...
Roll wit us, or get your muthafuckin ass rolled over...
Chevis Entertainment for life...
You know who we talkin to, BitchWho dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround