Lyrics:
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
two-door coupes
Is that the cracker-gator boots?
With the two piece Gucci suits
2-way hanging off the loops
Gazigga-zan, gazigga-zigga-zigga-zan
Give me
chillin'
With my feet up, these are vacation days
Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here,
Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work
At 24, I became
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
beautiful you are
Here we are sitting on a sofa bed watching DVD's music in our heads
Listen to the rain coming down outside, I could die with you and it
Chilling with Drake and Im loving the views
Got girls by the 2s
They ain’t in the pews
They on they knees keeping me amused
Man it seemed like I was dreaming
a problem with you, you the blame you know
Send a message and then this niggas brains explode
So if you see a nigga holla at me passin' by
Show up
Growing up I was savage shy but still A savage
Watching pac on dvd I told myself I Had to have it
Momma told me to stop but it turnt To a habit
Told
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought a big bag
Oh where'd your hoe go
Dont you want
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
next move
Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude
Handle mines, we use pistols
G's move with the conscience
When we disaprove
like DVD's
Niggas smokin' CBD
Claimin' he want beef for me
Shawty got no motion in his ocean
Can't even push a P
Pussy, you do what I let
I could really
home
I'll get you right
I pictured me holding you
I pictured you holding me
We can watch a movie girl
I just bought some brand new dvd's
And I
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
please, four eyes follow
Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice
Hit with the rocker, what you say proper
I drink with the copper, show up with a chopper
Stop
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be
what a give away. Did you here that, did you here
that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing
me, you saw it didn't you?
Scene 4
Buffalo '66 on DVD"
You said, "Baby, do you want to come home with me?
I've got Buffalo '66 on DVD"
Beam me up (beam me up)
Count me in (count me in)
Welcome to hell where doctors him babble to there patients...
Like good lil anxious dieties...
Break you like a dvd with a dvd that's a Death Valley
just doing me
Ohhhhaahhh
I'm just doing me
I don't wanna do no zoom calls
With dudes that never grew balls
I hand her the bud and say break it up like
bologna, don't you dare impress the homies
You don't have a fearing face, just stick with your weird brain
Need a song that takes me back to Sailor Moon
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