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Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
And every time she turns
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
And every time she turns
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gon' be a star
I don't know but I been told
A big legged woman ain't
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Wine and women
Is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna carry me
Ripping up the town, yeah
Honey, I can't tie you down
Woman, you make me frown

Long legged lady with a black dress on
On my knees, mama please
I'm
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
But a tall drink of water will get me by
A tall drink of water with big dark eyes
Baby nothing's as wild as a woman
With a broken heart
I'm just
Ripping up the town, yeah
Honey, I can't tie you down
Woman, you make me frown

Long legged lady with a black dress on
On my knees, mama please
I'm
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
I drive a big freight liner, and I made my last payment today
And I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
money 'cause I finance my own campaign. 
I ain't for sale. 

I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby, 
Big as a hay bale, yes sir
Now I want
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian
But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion
Stylin' fashion, it's a stylin' fashion

Give me a big
named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin' and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips
Cause she want the nigga with the big,fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
I drive a big freight-liner an' I made my last payment today
An' I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo
soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She know jizza, guess
excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring
The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing
I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
Makin plans to see ya soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies