Lyrics:
the glimmer in your eyes.
Hold you through the night and watch that Colorado sunrise.
No car and never cared because I got no place to go.
But in a room, (a
Come on
Come on
[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T
O.G. M.C.
L.A.P.D.
of remedies
One by one your family
Members erased like Kennedys
I’m a rapper slash producer slash terrorist
Slash illuminati grow from ear to ear
I’m
cousins would
Sneak into his uncle's room, he told me
And "he'd have all the equipment in
There the turntables
The big speakers and we'd turn it all on"
I think I need to slow down
I feel I'm bout to wreck out
I just need room to breathe
I think I need to slow down
I feel I'm bout to wreck out
I just
!'
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
with medal
Gold and rosé, white and high yellow
Name so big it got a echo, wreck the Mecca
Steppin' on your puny profit
Rocket to a second guesser
Classic overachiever
Holding glass for non-believers
Hold your pass at will call
Biggest giants will fall
Lightning bolt your ear like LT
But this
not
Pussy swollen, told i woud wreck the twat
You can't hang with the ding dong
With your cream thong
You could ask my chicks
They call me King Kong
Yo
the roof since
You wanna be the Fall Guy
So mess around, you'll be a dead man
I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
and put that booty in my car
Baby your booty is a movie star
Oscar award winner of them all, now give me that
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can
and put that booty in my car
Baby your booty is a movie star
Oscar award winner of them all, now give me that
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can
Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
in they draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes,
wreck the calm round here you said to me
I could use a blue sky now
A room with lights switched on
A quiet harbour without whispers of all that has gone
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
Keeping it one hundred
Fucking up your function
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing
Crops with
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
Tarantino, yeah
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that
to share
But fact we girls with the big fat booty too fancy to ever play fair
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can find it if you like take your time
I
yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don't stop
[Big Moe]
Hell yeah Moe thoed, yeah I get do'
Screwed Up
yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don't stop
[Big Moe]
Hell yeah Moe thoed, yeah I get do'
Screwed Up
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
ain't that what that Pokey said
Never been scared, South side will leave you dead
And call me Big Meaty, call me Big Meaty
Don't come into my room if you
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