Artist: Big Pokey f/ D-1, Kevo Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: Crock Bull Typed by: Lil Hustle [Big Pokey] Say dog, off top I'm a pistol packer Might come for you one deep, I might blitz my backers Head cracker flat bed, big head stacker Dog I go hard for my scrilla, I'm a gorilla In the booth I go off, like a chrome 3-80 Let it loose out my roof, for the chrome to wave it Bout my pesos, in the kitchen cooking my queso Body shots drop niggaz, better send em to Maaco I'm fins to blow this bitch up, like I'm David Carush My weed'll blow your wig back, like I gave you a brush I crush niggaz toes, like I crush niggaz hoes Push a plush fo' do', plus I roll alone I drank's by myself, and I smoke's by myself What the dice do, dog I'm trying to roll some mo' Work a zone, like a pro tool 28 but I'm old school, send it straight like I'm 'pose to [Chorus - 2x] I'm a crock bull, roaming the streets (I'm a four alarm loaded with heat, both prone to sheets) We make grimy look good, and gangsta look complex (you niggaz ain't hood, you just acting out of context) [D-1] Ain't you D-1 nigga, wanna po' lil' niggaz Now get that shit right, I wanna po' real niggaz Not a KKK, but will kill niggaz And your flow is old school, sorta like Hilfiger Rap dope through your tablet, 'fore you try to deal with us Nigga get your weight up, 'fore you try to chill with us These punchline rappers, you niggaz need to quit Spitting anything, but you ain't meaning shit Get a purpose in your rap, 'fore you rhyme in your lines And try to commit, some of the crime in your lines Say you grind in your lines, I don't see you with the work Stop lying in your lines, 'fore you end up getting merked Take time in your lines, stop spitting in a verse Cause I guarantee you niggaz, don't fit in many hearse Be the cleanest nigga in church, but you laying down Nigga M.O.B. style, niggaz don't fuck around [Chorus - 2x] [Kevo] People make power moves, and put the rules on hold Dues are gone, pockets on cruise control From the Tre to the Stone, we don't play with the chromes For the right price, these niggaz'll lay in your homes [Big Pokey] Niggaz get hulled, 2-23's whizzing your skull Making you homeless, you ain't the nigga you thought you was I put niggaz on ice, pine box em up I might kidnap your T-Jones, might rock your slut [Kevo] My connect correct, I ain't gotta stretch my work Break the pyrex, set the grams on extra hurt Lock 40 in the cookie, like it's 79 Then what, set the price between 7 and 9 [Big Pokey] I drive a hoop, real good and manage my ends I kept my Benz in the bank, and put my Jag in the den Coffee mugs three mic's, two gats and a hen I'm here to stay like the tats in your skin, get it right [Chorus - 2x]