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fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
on New Years and the fourth of July

Here at the Holy Ghost, Big Bang theory
Pentecostal, fire and brimstone
Mission temple firework stand

He said,
the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Ain't no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in
bang

Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it

OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Ain't no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in
the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Ain't no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in
of going home
But instead I fell flat on the floor
And all I remember ist a great big bang
I guess she must have slammed the door.
Well a couple of days
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap 
Tight blue jeans, air max 
Small gucci bag 
No loot and no job 
Stay home giving blow jobs 
Like no prob, it's
And the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
Money
Back in the alley
Going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
Of a midnight crawl
a ring 
Others sat by the brim 
Tonight high-q site 
Want these innocent 
Bing-bang 
And the big bang 
Big bang, big bang 
Die like a butterfly
make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving
pistol up under my head

(He strolled along home)
I took my time
(And he went to bed)
Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol)
Big 22"
(Up under his head)
and the wheels are a-hummin'
And my pretty mommas comin' home tonight.

Big job, a-pickin' up the pieces (big job)
Big job, a-makin' the rounds (big job)
Big
and the wheels are a-hummin'
And my pretty mommas comin' home tonight.

Big job, a-pickin' up the pieces (big job)
Big job, a-makin' the rounds (big job)
Big
the reverend
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that bang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
Have to do
THE ONE
HEAD OVER HEELS I'M THINKING THINGS ARE GOING GREAT
UNTIL LAST NIGHT WHEN GET GOT HOME RATHER LATE
AND SAID I'VE HAD ENOUGH BUT IT'S BEEN FUN

LIKE
like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by
tonight

I'm thinking life's too short it's passing by
So if we're gonna go at all
Go big or go

(Go go) go big or go home
(Go go) go big or go home
car lies a convict with a number for his name
And he's going home this morning on that old Big River Train
Well they brought him to this prison twenty
This is hip hop, it go clip pop
It hit 'em if ya hit me, the clip pop, it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie, we get' em oh
bang bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map but

I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep
Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we gonna
BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot
Pouring liquor around we doin'
on a roll
Public cause this party going on the road
And if you crave sex, drugs and rock'n'roll
Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul

Give 'em
through so much shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't going back
These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait
So whether you bangin' for crip or blood
You better bang for somthin' young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas

But by Johnny Law