Lyrics:
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
For the 6th figure
Won't stop til this rap city
Word to Big Tigger
You can call me by name
Or that's that nigga
That's that nigga?
Yes that nigga
Step
the wheels in rotation
Big checks big notation
Bass comes on put her hips in rotation
We bout to get back in rotation
Rotation rotation
Me an Xay got some fire
somethin against me
You fuck with him, you fuck with me
You fuck with them, you stuck with me
Big Cat, Laflare, we don't fight fair
Big Cat, Laflare
Tonight the city is full of, radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the, ceiling
And the roof
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
up is down down is up
is that wine or mud in the cup?
don't know what I think
don't know what I feel
wheels within wheels
so surreal
float
Don't say you don't know I'm right
When I say we'll get by
(Ain't no big deal, my love is for real)
I love you still
(Ain't no big deal, my love is for
messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the
Size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride
There's tools on my side
By the females standin' with
wheels, tell them, "Bitch, get out my way" (out my way)
Whoa, whoa whoa, party (uh)
We don't need nobody (nobody)
Big diamonds, they jumpin' out
but I live by the night life
I'm right, there in your face but watch from the hind sight
Get my mind right
When I snap it's no kind bite
Schooled you,
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
different circumstances
You will find happiness so I suggest
Don't take foolish chances no
When you see big wheel coming
Another big wheel turning
bent the corner in somethin' brand new
We on a winnin' spree, yeah, my team can't lose
I'm a mailbox veteran, twenty years in
I'm an outdoor don by
like to do it, we gotta sell by
Cus if you don? there? a good chance you goin? to die
All we need is a lil money and we alright
Cus most niggas just
can see the wheels turning in your brain
Hidden by tired eyes
You've been hurt like me
Chasing rainbows and counting on stars
I'm captivated by
right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m
Shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts
His fall comin' don't ask to stall
Big talk
Be quiet
There were times where I felt so alarmed
About a friend that I knew with a needle in his arm
Couple years passed by where I grew
world, they flash box
160, push my wheel, mash cops
Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop
Run 60, you Big Will, match cop
Lookin' through the rearview
big, one shot knock your wheels off
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit
clip, check
Duffel bag, check, I'm ready to jet
It's Wheels Up
Ain't no telling where I may be
Big Stepper tour red Mercedes
Me and A DeVine in the crowd
Big Man Ting when I move out, Big Man Ting when I walk my street
So many times my stepson said daddy don't want him to talk like me
I can tell by
screamin' at the wheels
Bigger'n anything there is last that's the way she feels
Trains're big and black and smokin' louder'n July 4th
But everybody's
there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train carries
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