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(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
That has a love that is true
Than to be get hurt by you

'Cause when I give my love
I want love in return
Now I know this is a lesson
Sister big stuff
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
(Oh yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy
can't afford
To give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you're higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you think you are
Mr
make me think my neighborhood
Is a big menagerie

For instance, there's our Janitor
His name is Mr. Klein
And when he hollers at us kids
He reminds me
the Big Daddy brung ya
It's nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you
And I'm not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know

"Children, children" Where we
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there

Sounds like the joints
care
She's comin' on strong
In her big blue eyes I can do no wrong
I was doin' alright gettin' by on my own
'Til little miss you-know-who comes along
he collect it
Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record
So what's left? No hopes of a career
So yeah, he's callin' Mr. Welfare!

Mr. Big
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh

(Background sample: Notorious B.I.G.)
[Lie together, cry together, I
make me think my neighborhood
Is a big menagerie

For instance, there's our Janitor
His name is Mr. Klein
And when he hollers at us kids
He reminds me
(GUITAR & HARP INTRO)

There's a runaway

On a cold big city street

Trying her best to stay warm

On a subway grate

She kneels down for the heat
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh

(Background sample: Notorious B.I.G.)
[Lie together, cry together, I
That’s right, you go ahead, I’ll be a okay
'Cause I got Jose, Captain Morgan
Not to mention old George and Tammy, Loretta, Merle, Willie Nelson, Big John
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
you need? (I need a real man)

Let's get down to the statistics
I'm fantastic, ask any mystik
Mr Joe grind to who we only passed through
A strong
riding between my brother and sister 
In the back seat of a '67 Buick station wagon 
With red vinyl seats 
We stick by each other 
And to those seats
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
To get by, ahhhhh

(Background sample: Notorious B.I.G.)
[Lie together, cry together, I
a gat, big juicy fat cock
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch
You can't deal with this dick
was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh?
You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie
Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like