Lyrics:
-yo, big mann, what's happenin?
-just out here chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin,
busting guns
Fighting in the club, ain't no 1-on-1
They just killed this little hustler
But that hustler had some first cousins and a big brother,
A notorious team the sky's the limit
Get it I'm Big by myself
Got ambitious like Pac
I don't want to stop
That's why I keep pushing the clock
You ready or not
Now, just picture me high up with my top down
On Highland and Sunset, doin' 85 on the top deck
See, step by step we're walking on stars
If you're
Hot sun goin' down
Heatin' up this little town
The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done
Moonlight, fireflies
Beer on the bank by
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
There's a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We'd be met there by seven morticians, loaded the boxes into their hearse
We'd set off with eight thousand dollars,
give them all a show
Little Mami got the body of an hour glass
With a small little waist and a big old ass
Got the fellas in the room screamin' Damn
and pray for them
Let me begin with Alex Sullivan
What a hope in him
What little I have read, his speakin' seemed to be slim
But his heart, big and strong
started to twitch
Seen his ass on the floor and he started to glitch
Walk down big choppa with a stick
Keep a beeper by my side just in case He want a put
Or a great big wall of water over this old town
It wasn't all for nothing
And I'll see you guys around
I know I've got a home on solid ground
So I'll see you
way
But I respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
and head back into town
Then I grab a shotgun
I load it full of quarters
I go to find the first mother and daughter I can
And when I pull the trigger, it
bean
That just hit my spleen
I hop on the beat and respectfully terminate it
Riding around town with the top off
S2k getting topped off
Bad little bitch
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
y'all, now what you think?
Got the party rolling like a skating rink
So bottoms up, if you're throwing down
in a big city, small city, anywhere town
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
big questions for a little town
And if you don’t fit this box (box)
Here’s your diagnosis (shit)
Keep your voice down (shh)
Don’t try to expose us
Cisco Clifton had a fillin' station
About a mile and a half from town
Most cars passed unless they were out of gas
So Cisco was always around
big Mama'
I can dig it that you got it
But when my block starts the G
A stampede startin'
Lil' Mama tour bus might
Ride through your town
Take her
Longtime ago when I was young
I bought a guitar, in the little shop in town
Then I went home and practiced every day
And not before too long I
the kitten who just didn't fit in
And frightened they chased me away
They didn't want me to play
I found myself down by the harbour
A big dog was guarding it
always have a good time
Call me, if you want that verse
We got a show in Chi-town next month on the first
Ya hur
[Talking]
Lord thank you for this
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