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the same
She's a fine looking woman
And Caldonia is her name
Now here we go

Caldonia Caldonia
What makes your big head so hard?
I love her
Yeah, I love her
the same
Crazy about that woman
Cause caldonia is her name

Caldonia, caldonia
What makes your big head so hard
Yeah, I love her just the same
Crazy
'bout that woman
'Cause Caldonia is her name

Caldonia, Caldonia
What makes your big head so hard

I love you
Love you just the same
I'll always love you,
Crazy bout that woman
Cause Caldonia is her name

Caldonia, Caldonia
What make your big head so hard
I love you, I love you just the same
Crazy bout
, Caldonia!
What makes your big head so hard?
What!

I love ya
I love you just the same
You know I'm crazy 'bout this woman
Pine Top
Caldonia ..., your
, Caldonia!
What makes your big head so hard?
What!

I love ya
I love you just the same
You know I'm crazy 'bout this woman
Pine Top
Caldonia ..., your
, Caldonia!
What makes your big head so hard?
What!

I love ya
I love you just the same
You know I'm crazy 'bout this woman
Pine Top
Caldonia ..., your
, Caldonia!
What makes your big head so hard?
What!

I love ya
I love you just the same
You know I'm crazy 'bout this woman
Pine Top
Caldonia ..., your
(One big room full of bad bitches)

And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even
really know
And y'all don't hear me through
Takes a nation of big brains
To break up that flow
And the game ain't changed
But the heads be rearranged
Yours
My tracks is Better Than Yours
Just Blaze tracks is Better Than Yours
You can have one but we all gonna
Chargeaw
Plain Pat What Up? Big John
himself after a bag
Nigga you's a hoe, a Louis Vuitton fag
My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is, look I am Da South (That's right)
Born is a big mistake
It's a shame your life I have to take
If you leave him now, you'll be alright
If not, you won't make it through the night)
She came
thought, but you would allow
You had your chance, you owe me
What makes you want to call now?

Can you try to tell me
What made you choose her as your
through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters
ain't no shoestrings on Louise

Come on down, come on down from the ladder
Henry, get your head, get your head out of them clouds
What she wants is to go
they only good for one night
(Big boy) 'cause once you scuff um you fucked up your whole night
(Big boy) what's my basis? The look up sto on his faces
crops
Every move a nigga make in the spot chicks watch
So it's very little tick tock to get bought
Start with Cadillac margaritas, the cat and that
But the same little boys will make you cry
So the best thing to do when you reach this age
Is to be a good girl, remember what I say

You make 'em
hard core, harder than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, nigga? How
tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
But the same little boys will make you cry
So the best thing to do when you reach this age
Is to be a good girl, remember what I say

You make 'em
age
Is to be a good girl, remember what I say

You make 'em wait, and pick your dates
Woah oh make 'em wait, pick your dates
Before you make a big
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now the beats I make, make my bank so fat
It's Too Short, on the mic