Artist: Big Pokey f/ Jhiame Album: Evacuation Notice Song: Ghetto Starr Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Think a nigga weak or something, uh-uh I ain't him, I'm 'Dina Sensei ay [Chorus: Jhiame] You must be use to them weak niggaz Oh who do you think you are, you talking to a ghetto star You think you talking to a weak nigga Who do you think you are, you fucking with a ghetto star [Big Pokey] I put up mob status, cause I'm a mob boss Trick jelling and spre-wheeling, when I mob off I took a hard loss, but I bounced right back Like I took this ball hit the wall, they don't like that Sleep where the mic's at, hustle where the apes eat Eat where the lions live, freak where the dikes at Slow my roll up, I can coast a while Crock Bull put his bread down, toaster style Off my hip holster style, niggaz can get it Texas cocaine state, niggaz is with it When the pit lock shit detach, when the chain pop I hop the gate, look for shit to snatch Gorillas, most the time we muscle our way Chinchilla for a lick, cause it cover my K Ya'll know where I stay, big balling Texas One day crease six, nicks crawling Lexus [Chorus] [Big Pokey] You must be use to them weak niggaz, I'm a pimp Super hoe layer, mack line sayer Get her with long hair, screaming out Pokey Vutton footwear, with linen I'm a pimp Money in her pen, I can get it again Chip in the motor, I can get in the wind I ain't fin's to pretend, called you at ten Showed up by eleven, then I'm hitting the den You say you ain't a freak, three days later Still the same week, and I hit in the Benz It ain't my bidness who you got, hitting the skins As long as when I want it, I can get in it then My skin is my sin, and I know that though But every moment you see me, it's a Kodak though Head to toe, pop my collar I'ma holla If you follow, I'ma take you where you scared to go [Chorus] [Big Pokey] Hold up lil' mama, I got hoes to call up Get head in my big bed, and fuck my wall up I'm what you call a, Lexus crawler Yellowstone Southside, Houston Texas baller Kilo hauler, Arm & Hammer and water A fee is a dame, not a gram shorter I love my nieces, just like they my daughters Just left the club, I'm on Grand Monet and slogger These niggaz aren't a star, disrespecting the game Mobsteezy hit the deezy, and wrecking your brain I don't know what you think it is baby, but I'm a boss mayn Ain't nothing weak about 'Dina, but his golf game Punch the clock in the trenches, I'm a hog mayn Slow down and stay focused, when the fog came It's a whole 'nother ball game, know what it is I'm the truth girl, know it's for real [Chorus - 2x]