Lyrics:
It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring
Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine
I want that big bling and everything that money brings
Whip creme
and premeditate to grab
And then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallons
Crack
the wrong street
Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty
A new jack in my muthafuckin' city
Compton that is
They say it's niggaz pimpin'
Gangsta
(yeah by the homie)
Baby wanna blow me
Head to tow throat me
Fully engulf me
Slurpie big gulp me (7-11)
East Bay Mascot
Get jacks and gas off (get em off)
mense vat nou fotos as ek rond stap en kanel hop
Want Pappa fokken Parow fokken made it to the big time
Gee jou 'n high five terwyl ek jou chick se
Big Steppin Big Steppin
Anunnaki Big Steppin
Outro
“Don’t be fooled by the internet. It’s cool to get on the computer, but don’t let the computer get
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
SMOKING ON STRONG
THAT SCAT PACK
HUNDRED BIG RACKS
FOR THE S-CLASS
REAL ROCKSTAR
NO JACK BLACK
ITS A NEW GLOCK
AND IT MATTE BLACK
PUSSY ASS BOY
choo-choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow
rock to the rhythm of the Body heat
Slowly I turn
Step by step
See'mon
My car is by Ferrari
And my body's Jack La Lanne
My clothes are by
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
with automatic jack clause
[Mack 10]
I get full of their s*** and take flight on these n****s
`Bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters
the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips
Flip
and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump
OH! WHAT A CARRY ON
WAS THE RHETORIC PERSUASIVE?
WERE YOU BLINDED BY THAT GREASY CHARM?
ALL THAT GURNING TO THE CAMERAS
SURELY SHOULD HAVE RAISED
I'm ballin' baby ("big ballin'")
Gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
I'm ballin' man, I
He once worked the mines around Ballingarry
Til he learned how to throw a right hook
Then he decked big Tim Barnes and a couple of frenchies
They
and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump
photo jack (photo jacking)
She loco, she loco, she making it postal (postal)
She looker a bozo, she saying she missing me all on the social
That is
photo jack (photo jacking)
She loco, she loco, she making it postal (postal)
She looker a bozo, she saying she missing me all on the social
That is
hiding in my big home, don't know how they found me
Northside with my thugs, get hit with slugs
You pull up where them rounds be
Black ops all we got
the fortune wheel (spin it)
4 by 4, skrrting all the wheels (skrrt)
Eskimo (brr), icy necks and grills, watch out, watch out
Big Baller Brand, watch out
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