More - Moss, Chuuwee

Yeah, blast and bring it to em, give em more

MoSS, MoSS, Chuuwee, Joe

Aye yo

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I got, got the shotty

I blast and bring it to em

Give em more, more, more

Yo all I want in my life’s that black I’ll enjoy

Don’t try to challenge it, you got to be accounted for

Another black man lost, unaccounted

As of war in the streets that we’re running out of powder for

Street knowledge is a whole different game

From the music, bullshit I’m looking like a fucking amateur

Wrestle for a dog in them all black clad fours

I innovated those G codes and the patent for it

What you striking for homie had to ask him for it

Chimes in like sheep and he ain’t even have an answer for it

It was loaded when I wrote it, hope you noticed it was dope

And when I’m kicking inna get in on the backing force

So what the fuck I need to practice for

Even with the best that half court ain’t a bad boy

Swear, Mike Jordan woulda ran for it

Even though as soon as I get home I’m a trash hoe

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I pump to Bob Marley

You hard but I’m about

To bring em more, more, more, more

Bring em more, more, more, more

Give em more, more, more

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I got, got the shotty

I blast and bring it to em

Give em more, more, more, more

Give em more, give em more

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I pump to Bob Marley

You hard but I’m about

To bring em more, more, more, more

Bring em more, more, more, more

Okay all I need in this life of sin

Is a Skype and the phones I can write up in

They tell me watch for the snakes keep an eye on them

They’ll try to get you while you sleep

No such thing as a friend

I got MoSS bird that pump, pump to pump action

Chumps get humped and slumped and fucked after

Sirens and law enforcement we Casper

Get more ghost than poltergeist after

And now popping like a human ghetto blaster

The way I make noise all over the place bastard

The way I leave skids all over they damn face

I’m a nutcase motherfucker you hear what this track say

They shoulda never gave me the snapbacks, worse than Nike’s

Cause now they wanna wrap back

Ya, yap, yap, while I’m at the trap

They don’t get no Willy’s

We gon' bring them back

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I pump to Bob Marley

You hard but I’m about

To bring em more, more, more, more

Bring em more, more, more, more

Give em more, more, more

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I got, got the shotty

I blast and bring it to em

Give em more, more, more, more

Give em more, give em more

Who rocks the party

That rocks, rocks your body

I pump to Bob Marley

You hard but I’m about

To bring em more, more, more, more

Bring em more, more, more, more

Alright, alright