Lyrics:
sealed
In a de old avengers starred steed and Mrs Peel
Who Robbie Box that gambler on the programme Big Deal
This one is live and direct so you
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
reaper
What I know, big choppa, big street sweeper
Woah, I'm done with this one
Walking around with the fucking grim reaper
Gates to Hell, Mr soul Keeper
I say it anyhow
Luck me, workin' down in the gravel put
Movin' rocks, on a big dinosaur I sit
Mr. Slate gets mad and he throws a fit
Pull
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
alcohol
We gonna sing for Pa
gon sing for Mr. Big Mel
John Henry boulevard
Toss out some alcohol
We gonna sing for Pa
gon sing for Mr. Melvin
1 disc jock
sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' about you
"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off
by
With big hot hips
And warm buttocks and tight hot everything
Praying to be loved and I don't even
Exist it's the first sunlight we've
Had in 3 days,
of that?
(Jive talking)
Uh-oh, here he comes again
They've hit him
Mr. Jaws, why doesn't anything seem to hurt you?
(Big boys don't cry, big boys
[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
with
See me as a premie but I'm not and my nuts big
I don't know what the fuss is
My cribs illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be fucked
Hey little squid, come out of the water
Hey sister ray swimming by, how's your day?
Mr kingfish, follow my rapala
Big red snapper
Snap snap away
Hey
with
See me as a premie but I'm not and my nuts big
I don't know what the fuss is
My cribs illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be fucked
Captain Q
This sounds like a job for
Of all the heroes that are super
He's the one for you little trooper
When danger is your middle name
Sometimes
pager, Off-White Guess jacket
Blue Air Max's, gold chains and curl kits
'93 Nissan wax job, the earliest
Big social, big personality, vocal
Played
about to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-on-christopher-reeves-just-for-no-reason
Other than to just to tease
overload
Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol
Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl
Big freight with big weight
Eight
can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Tenure's great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two
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