E-A-Ski, E-a-ski nigga
Cmt, cmt wattup baby
Nigga Its town shit bay area shit nigga
I don't think they ready for this one my nigga
Uh uh I'm here nigga
Yeay!
Team's in the buildin
Lets go

[1st Verse: Clyde Carson]
Yo I see we got the hood scared and I ain't even started yet
It's Carson Cocky a Problem the rawest threath
I'm in a rawest jects hoodrats are the s**
Game day is Brain day who got the hardest neck
Earned all respect I rather get moe doe
Take it to the O, Stroll, High Heels Lo Lo
Niggaz get rolled on hear this bay talk
Disgustin like meetin bay niggaz who crip walk
Town shit clown with niggaz who turfed out
I'm raw wit it hard wit it niggaz get merked out
We perk out say its team you heard of us
Coke white tee, blue jeans and burnt gloves
Roll wit O. G. 's I'm off in the deep East
Hood Block niggaz E-A-Ski and cmt
You seein me fuck naw your broad fuck dos
Clyde Carson is pumpin this Moe Doe fuck y'all

[Hook: Keak Da Sneak]
Moe Doe You know
Moe Doe Fasho
If you don't know
I rather Get Moe Doe
Moe doe polo
Loco fasho
If you don't know
I ratha get moe doe
Moe doe polo
Loco fasho
If you don't know
I ratha get moe doe
Moe doe polo
Loco fasho
If you don't know
I ratha get moe doe

[2nd Verse: Kaz Kizah]
Ya boy ya know what they call the boy
Young Kizah that boarda boy
The king of the Sockya Boy
Shots come to ya block destroy
Wont get at ya boy
...... Ok
That boy can't spit
Ya have a better chance
Of gettin a deal with a blank disc
Moe Doeing Team we make hits
Prince broke with no dough
Pimp please make cents
Shootin Radio Musics they don't play s***s
What? You niggaz stupid or you don't take hits
Bay shit hustle basics push brace shit
White tee no bracelets guns get facelift
H-Spit bleedin speedin by Coliseum
And when that boy stuntin
Its somethin you gotta see him
Its Moe Doe
Test My teams a No No
My team go loco
Put shots through your for-door fucker

[Hook:]

[3rd Verse: Keak Da Sneak]
Farm Boys yayuh!
All in the do'
If you ain't heard the words
Act Like You Know
I was roundin around snow through the summa' and the winta'
Hittin that ass like a slug pop glock breakin the inna
Eatin niggaz fa dinna take suckas food
Right now I'm on the urge but really I ain't cool
Its that What you know about how do you surrenda
Inhalin niggaz M-brake like Rarararararomm
Fifteen on a theft scene
Tell her shit man boom me on them jeans
Gettin things like yamean
Fifty the yacky dyke
Fore I even had starve
Best Believe I'll be stabbin ya
Crackin ya grabbin ya
But I think I went off
Get off my calls cause ain't no room
For Your M. I. Draws
I rip wind pause then fast forward
Stop Eject Gone Before You Knew It
But

[Chorus:]
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