Lyrics:
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
Spendin' it all on grass
We were hungry
titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
Now who smoke more
titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
Now who smoke more
and you
Lovin' all the beautiful work we've done cara mia
And it's barely July
If we keep on boppin' until Labor Day
Li'l miz Abbie bye bye
was all about
partyin'
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought
of Dolly Parton's
Wig
It ain't no sin being slender and slim
But I got to admit
Some things are better off
Big
These days with text in conversation
All this
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Jim pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don preston (mini-moog)
Say!
Imagine me and you,
I do,
I
Mini Mini Mini (Clara )
Mini Mini Mini Mini (Clara )
Small pikin big big GOD (clara)
Blessings go follow her (clara)
Mini Mini Mini Mini (Clara )
Mini
the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I'm the big dog of my coast (whoa)
Micro minis with the scopes (uh)
Ain't tellin' this bitch my goals (my
a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini skirt
Made of snake skin?
Who's the other guy that's
to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
My mini bar's
to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
My mini bar's
up (big-big sub)
Money taller than the trees in Yosemite (the heavens)
Got my .40 on me, that's my mini-me (my weapon)
Damn near anything I want,
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
You want the girl with the small waist
And the perfect smile
Someone who's out every week day
In her dad's new car
His cows get loose and run right through the fast food parking lots
And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
When they're downwind from his hogs
halo
30 on me summer days When it was cold i tote a drako
We make movies everyday I'm ina hood they call me pesos
We cashout the piece and lay low
Teller
[Big Punisher]
Tired and relieved 'cause he alone?
We ain't got Artist of the Year, Rhyme of the Year
Grammy nominations 'cause we're fat
Talk shit, but when they see me, it's a cop-out (hmm, cop-out)
They don't get the big picture, they get cropped out
Styles on 'em like somebody brought
(Earl on the beat)
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin'
a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown, couldn't find
that what he did to his cat
It's all big and fat and now it wears caps.
Here we go agian.
Mr Zuvaloppa got a crazy life
With a house
don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula,
a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like, "Wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
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