Lyrics:
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
person Big Mara line one
Stop giving wifey privilege to community dick
Get your roster up make sure it's legit
If he question you flash your empty hand
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
finally get a turn you be like,
'c'mon big money! Big money!'
[Ms. Red Bone]
Oh you funny but sonny I ain't just some hoochie you can yank up
By
Flight 800 when I crash you
[Tek]
I was told, the dub starts at ten-ish
Open bar might chill women
To come and get my boogie on Big Flex Dog is spinnin
on the map, and they didn't like it from scratch
I lay this funk on the table and put beside it the facts
Fly sit deep in the snow wit big O'l Zeke on tha blow
I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big
Don’t Buy A Chain Unless Is Made By TV Johnny
My Candy Painted Thang Is TWO Times Better Than Your Audi
And When I Pop My Trunk You see The Parkin Lot
(it's lil ounce)
By The way I flex
Like I am the best
Don't aim for my chest
I got on a vest
Nigga think it's a game
Think we playing chest
Niggas
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter
the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
Big ole bag like Santa Claus
Love Benjamin like hold on pause
Drive double R I'm not Rick Ross
Take his bitch like Randy Moss
With the gang she
I don't do it now
I shop by the ounces and pounds
Im blowing it down
Young n***a came from the jungle
Use to buy dimes and dubs
I dont do it now
You kan kall me big dub
I be big stepping
Ima young king
In my intersection
Hanging out with big dogs
With the big weapons
Don't play with me
Shyt
you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
But I'll let
breeds respect and a timid heart ain’t gon’ make it
Closed mouths don’t really eat and an open mind can be dangerous
Lusting gon’ leave you aimless
Just
he wants to put himself into a chipper-shredder
We don't do it to try and convince the big mouth-pieces for these movements
We're trying to go for
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
I'm big Guap never blowin' it up
I'm in this bitch finna fuck this shit up
I told 'em bring a hundred racks out in dubs
My bitch she bad she not
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