Lyrics:
Flipped her on the mattress
(Flipped her on the)
Four by four, the action (Four by four)
Ripped her out of Saks 5th (Ripped her out)
Ooh, we traction (Ooh,
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
By sharing thoughts I hope
To find a little peace here
I thank Allah for blessing me
To be creative
So here's a diss for me
For bein'
and the Christmas tree girl
Left st. Ives found another world
Brother and sister side by side
With a crazy new town as there guide
Left home 18 now
At 19 Left there
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he walks through
Verse 1:
If there be a dope beat
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house, I said now
queen
Admired by her town, but trampled by the boots of the big city
They say you have to be more than just pretty
Can’t be dumb and naive
But that’s how
a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town
Santa's left the building, baby
He's comin' for ya
You know, baby, a man gets lonely up
and said: "Hey scumbag, this town ain't big enough for the two of us. You killed my two brothers and now, it's your time to kiss the dust. Get ready to slap
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
the border, Mexico right next do'
And our women fine
Yellow with the big behind
H Town a goldmine for niggas
If they got grind (Snoop Dogg)
How they do it out
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus, I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little C's up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
a camper
(We go from town)
Love in the back of a lovely T2
(We grow, we roam around)
Big time for me and you
The sky so blue
All our dreams come true
All
dirty
I got on my hustle
Everyday I'm working
Saved me some money then made a big purchase
Opened up shop
Turnt myself to a merchant
Ain't wait on no
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by a redneck old man
Country living small town raised
I was born I was born in the usa
I was
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
Dreaming Big In c Small Town
That girl was born to be in California
Have her blonde hair bleached by a Venice Beach sun
Drive a little red sports
no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
CHORUS
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things
THE THREE PIGS
Intro cb cb cb cb
cb Eb
First little pig built
cb Eb
House made of straw
cb Eb
Then big bad
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