| Now I’m the Moe-da, the R-ola |
| Yes sir I done told ya, Casanova none thoeder |
| Stick blower drank po’er, wrecking the cot sober |
| Lately, yes sir I done heard about ya hating me Cause the cho-cho's been stacking so, greatly |
| But the po-po will sho’try to, take me But the Lord he so quick to pro, make me Yes sir my life can get, crazy |
| But I’ma keep my head up, won’t let it fade me yes sir |
| Now do the Dirty hold it down, (yes sir) |
| Candy slab ass dragging on the ground, (yes sir) |
| The dirty South know what I’m tal’n bout, (yes sir) |
| I’m bout to make the world feel me now, (yes sir) |
| (Big Moe do you believe in God), yes sir I do If you knew what was good for, you would too |
| How else could I of made it thru the tribe, the shit is wild |
| Now that I believe, and I know how |
| And I promise, that if and when I get caught up It’s fine, that I’m gonna be Ready, see I know I can make a difference in this world |
| If you just, let me |
| I’m so thankful for the day, that you came along |
| And you just, helped me And I’m so greatful for the years, that you kept me here |
| Alive, well and healthy |
| So while I’m here I’ma ball, customized screens and all |
| Now I’m the one behind the, yes sir |
| T2 and Big Moe, from the City of Syrup |
| H-Town hold it down, yeah we playa made |
| Living lavage kicked back, leaning in the shade |
| Shortstop and Wreckshop, that’s a combo |
| Mixing the colas, in the back is the gumbo |
| Yeah it’s tasty, (mmm) you want some well go get it That’s a concussion for your mind, the first time ya hear it We screwed up that’s slow-mo, Benz Coupe or fo’do' |
| Thinking talking down on the South is good, that’s a no-no |
| Fa sho tho’boy, you better get your mind right |
| Expedition outside, and my rims shine bright |
| Coming down, candy paint up on my ride |
| That’s how we do it, on the Southside |
| It’s the T2, and that boy Big Moe |
| And you know, playas like us we get chose |
| Yeah I’m the baby hustler yeah, I’m the tri-muscle |
| Yeah I’m grinding on the streets, making my own hustle |
| I got you loving that, haters got you mugging that |
| You bring ya girlfriend around me, and she hugging that |