Lyrics:
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
enough, I'm getting out
To the city, the big big city
I'll be a big noise with all the big boys
There's so much stuff I will own
And I will pray
the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through
the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through
late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't
down at Cherokee Bend
It's been 21 years since the boy disappeared
Where he run to, nobody knows
But they say he fell in with a man named Jim
Times're gettin' hard boy money's almost gone
Times're gettin' hard boy time to move along
Gonna take my true love by the hand lead her from this
he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip"
"Big iron on his hip"
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men
disgrace
With the London boys, with the London boys
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown
In the month you've been away from your parents'
boys now
You can drape yourself in Cartier
Oh, yeah
Your account gets fatter day by day
So the tabloids say
You're jazzin' with the big
you see what I see?)
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb
Do you live in that big bright sky?
Do you live in that big bright sky?
Where the sun don't grow too hot in the summer time
The moon washes it's
GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't
house boy
Pull up in my drop top, you like boy
To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy
I'm like a pimp boy
I ride spinners boy
I'm hopping out with
light
This is luxury
You're not saying you're in love with me
But you're going to
Half awake
Taking your chance
It's a big mistake
I said it might
Well, it takes all kinds to make a world
Big and little, men and women, boys and girls
And I'm the kinda guy hard luck sure gives a whirl
But I
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
Ooh, chunky
Looking for them girls with the big old hoops
That drop it down in Daisy Dukes (I wanna get down)
Yeah, them the ones I'm trying
Boy meets girl in prime of life
Blinded by big city lights
I'm on fire and you're the flame
You inspire the road I take
You take me to a better
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his
track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my
In the gloaming by the fireside
With you, I'll be content
In the gloaming by the fireside
Every hour will be well spent
We'll see our hopes
big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
I'm winnin' for
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