Lyrics:
What's up everybody, is your boy Johnny Richter
The same mother fucker you used to see in pictures
With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag
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
cockleboat the whole world is balls deep
Now don't clever
cnd don't get wise
My body's doubling so double men can die
Die by thee fruit of poisonous tree
[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
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
a whole meal
Big shit, energy thicker than elephants
Who is you telling
Small little lick
Loud mouth always yelling
They lookin' green and me and Theez
Like
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
You need some Nero on yo playlist
That's that 8 Mile sh-t
Hit the mall ima spend a couple bills on you
You know I like them
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
Big Mouth
Written and Recorded by
Alan Ballard
Let me talk my shit, cuh, like (straight up)
I came up from motherfuckin' nothin'
And I got them permanents in my mouth (ayy, know)
Ayy, look,
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
haired girl
Johnny doesn't know her name
He howls his engine like a big, black dog
Choking on his collar by his chain
Its lonely, like hunger
Driven
Southside on the track, yeah
Hah
Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)
Act so much so gwalo, I should order some cargo
European
BIG WTV SHII YALL KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON
Ay
Oh
Cmon
Lets go
I'm tryna rock out these fuck niggas don't wanna popout, they scared they hideout
Ay
boogie woogie baddy
Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
I'm out cold all my teeth gold
Plus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneakin plus
Choice, Big Mello, The Bone Hard Niggaz, macking and housing shit...
Rahiem The Vigilante, Johnny C...
Grim, the hard ass mexican...
What's your name,
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
Back street fight is looking for trouble
If you open your mouth You're bound to rumble
Johnny looks tough He's froze in the eyes
He keeps his
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
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