Moor Gang - Jarv Dee, Nacho Picasso

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 O.J.'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

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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 II: Secret of the Ooze

With my Steven Urkel frames and my custom-made shoes