Kenneth Doniell Moore was born in Houston, Texas on August 20, 1974, and he grew up in southeast Houston. He graduated from Yates High School in 1992 and he was a former high school football star.
As one of the founding members of the "Original Screwed Up Click," Big Moe started out in music by freestyling on DJ Screw mixtapes before being signed to Wreckshop Records. Wreckshop Records released Big Moe's debut album, City of Syrup in (2000); the title a nod to Houston's reputation for drinking codeine-laced syrup, which Moe pours from a Styrofoam cup on the album's cover. "City of Syrup" album featured the single, "Mann!", which Moe intended to be The South Side's answer to Black Rob's East Coast hit "Whoa!". A year and half later, Moe returned with his second album, Purple World in (2002). This release showcased a Who's Who of Houston vocalists and two versions of Moe's breakthrough single, "Purple Stuff." The Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-themed video for "Purple Stuff" was played on MTV and the album ranked as high as No. 3 on Billboard's Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Big Moe's third and last album, Moe Life, was issued in 2003, including the commercially successful single "Just a Dog." A posthumous album entitled Unfinished Business was released on March 18, 2008 via Wreckshop Records and Koch Records. In 2009 his album City Of Syrup was named number 25 on houstonpress.com's list of the 25 Best Houston Hip Hop Albums.
Moe died on October 14, 2007 at 33 years old, after suffering a heart attack one week earlier that left him in a coma.
Choppaz
Big Moe Lyrics
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We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
I'm bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
(Chorus)
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Roling on Chop-pas
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
In this game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'm a leave lean , stack my green
Everytime you see the moe I'm on the codine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
Cha-cha-pas
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, When I hit the block
I told you once before that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa made
I'm a let the top down let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
(Chorus 2x)
(Big M.O.E.)
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on yea
(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a glock cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
Just in case I'm a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
(Talking)
Know what I'm saying
Stay sipping
The song "Choppaz" by Big Moe featuring D-Gotti, Noke-D, and D-Wreck, is an ode to southern hip-hop culture and lifestyle. The song starts with D-Gotti on the mic, rapping about his sharp blades and the babes who are bopping to the rhythm in his candy red car. He also references the lean, a popular cough syrup-based cocktail that is often consumed by rappers in the southern US. The chorus talks about rolling on choppaz, sipping a cup of barre (another name for lean), and feeling the mo-yo (an abbreviation for momentum). Big Moe's verse talks about his nationwide popularity and his love for smoking weed and sipping lean. He references other Houston-based rappers such as Po-key and ESG, and boasts about his skills as a rapper. Noke-D and D-Wreck's verses also rhyme about their love for lean, their flashy cars, and their street credibility. Throughout the song, choppaz are referenced as the ultimate status symbol and tool for showing power and dominance in the streets.
The lyrics of "Choppaz" reflect the commonplace existence of lean culture in southern hip-hop. They also express southern pride and a sense of community among the rappers who are mentioned in the song. The song's focus on flashy cars, money, and props like choppaz and lean reflect the gangster hip-hop lifestyle, which is a major aspect of southern hip-hop culture.
Line by Line Meaning
We Po'ed up, we showed up
We are prepared and present, ready for action
And we still rolling on choppas
We are still using our weapons and vehicles to dominate
It ain't stopping know what I'm talking about
We are unstoppable and everyone is aware of it
These blades are choppin'
Our choppas (weapons) are in use and causing destruction
And these babes are boppin'
Women are attracted to our lifestyle and are dancing to our music
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
I have a cup of cough syrup and my car's speakers are blasting music
Hitting circles through the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
I am driving in circles through a parking lot
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
We are gangsters who are known internationally and our rap flows reflect that
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
Pass me the weed, Big Moe, I need to roll a cigar filled with marijuana
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
I am driving a wide-bodied Mercedes Benz at around 40 miles per hour
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
My ex-girlfriend just hurt me emotionally
I'm bout to jump down and flirt
I am about to go pursue some women
Put us up in the dentist
Let's go to the club and show off our expensive jewelry
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
After we visit shops to show off our wealth, they will know who we are
Chop-pas
Our weapons of choice are choppas
Rolling in my candy red car
I am driving in my flashy red car
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
I am drinking a large cup of cough syrup
I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
I need to experience the lifestyle of Mo-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Driving slowly through the streets to show off
Sippin on a what straight 4
I am drinking a straight pour of cough syrup
Down south, We rolling nation wide
We are known nationally for our lifestyle in the southern part of the US
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
I am driving in a foreign luxury car
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
Our lifestyle is dedicated to Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
I am skilled at my lifestyle while keeping it secretive
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
I am smoking high-quality marijuana
Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
I am freestyling while driving and being reckless
Chop Chop, When I hit the block
When I enter a neighborhood, my choppas are in use
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
D-Wreck carries guns because he carries a lot of money
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
We shop so much that our cars never stop moving
Chop chop chop chop chop
Repeated use of our choppas as weapons
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
I am confident in my skills as a rapper and I am showcasing them
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
I am from the southern part of town and I am driving a large car
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Mo-yo is supportive of my lifestyle and rides with me
Sippin on P P-t
I am drinking purple drank, which includes cough syrup and soda
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journeebelle !
Intro: D-Gotti]
We po'd up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stopping know what I'm talking about
It's D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Feeling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles through the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees Big Moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
[Chorus]
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Rolling on chop-pas
Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Moe-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
[Verse 2: Big M.O.E.]
Down south, we rolling nation wide
Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low, I'm a young pro
In thie game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa' buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'ma leave lean , stack my green
Every time you see the Moe I'm on the codeine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa' don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppas, rolling on those choppas
Cha-a-pas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Noke-D]
Chop Chop, when I hit your block
I told you once before that the shit don't stop
Wreck shop to the grave trunk pop, make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the Screw in your deck, throw up yo' set
And go break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
[Verse 4: D-Wreck]
Wreck shop baby so playa' made
I'm a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till' my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote Glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazine on the rocks till' my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
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Choppaz
Big Moe
CHOPPAZ LYRICS
[Intro: D-Gotti]
We po'd up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stopping know what I'm talking about
It's D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Feeling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles through the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees Big Moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
[Chorus]
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Rolling on chop-pas
Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Moe-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
[Verse 2: Big M.O.E.]
Down south, we rolling nation wide
Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low, I'm a young pro
In thie game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa' buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'ma leave lean , stack my green
Every time you see the Moe I'm on the codeine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa' don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppas, rolling on those choppas
Cha-a-pas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Noke-D]
Chop Chop, when I hit your block
I told you once before that the shit don't stop
Wreck shop to the grave trunk pop, make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the Screw in your deck, throw up yo' set
And go break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
[Verse 4: D-Wreck]
Wreck shop baby so playa' made
I'm a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till' my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote Glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazine on the rocks till' my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
[Chorus 2x]
[Bridge: Big M.O.E.]
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on yea
[Verse 5: Big Moe]
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a Glock cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
Just in case im a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
(Talking)
Know what I'm saying
Stay sipping
SouthernGold
Moe killed that solo at the end 🔥🔥
Coldface
@ray spurlock (
Miss Texaz!
Exactly....very humble
ray spurlock
Hellya!!!#
Kennesha Hollins
Damn skippy
Blueridge4000
2020 & we still jammin ya Big MOE! #HoustonForever #Htown #TheBarBaby
J'Nita Fisher
I promise moe never gets old
L R Lavalais
NEVER
ODDZEKE
& you ain’t never lying
Barry Webster
Ya dam rite