Lyrics:
and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
, gangsta? Neva that, but I keep that thing like 'Where he at?'
Ain't no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks
I wrap my money in Reynolds Wrap
you under my wing
Car expensive, jack a nigga
What they know? I head crack a nigga
Shots fired don't ask a nigga
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
didn't expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I'm in
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real
East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down
track records
[Verse 1:]
Way before 'Pac and Big, I did it big,
Way before Hova, L'y was a Casanova,
Way before Nas, I held my first menage
Way before
and Uncle face
Big Mello, geto Boyz, tobe, J.prince, zro and trae
Paul Wall, Big Pokey, Fat Pat, swisha House, Blackie and Beyonce
I just named a few from
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You should a seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
They swarm the stage,
hahaha)
These other niggas turn into circus freaks (D-Roc) (all hail the YB)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle (YB)
to survive
I been uptown, played many games, hurt by many girls
Been all around, looking for love, but no one to trust
I been locked down with the big
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
From
the big diamonds
We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying
And I been around the world in one day
Chucking up the deuce for S.A.
I'm a hood
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
can do it
Nigga stop it
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 pessimistic
To know I'm
on the windows of your soul
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
I was taught when your vision's impaired
The wisdom is there
A message from Big
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you
body Benz, you riding big body fo' do'
Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk
I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault
[Chorus:
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
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