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Have a chance thrown my way
Famous friends
Big parties for me
Every night like tonight
Am I a fool to want it all
I could respect a man who
it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had
party kind
They curse the devil's whisky while they drink the Savior's wine
A famous TV preacher has a big affair and then
One tearful confession
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
[Chorus]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got
It's Kritical
Ain't no party like a West Coast party cause a West Coast party gon' pop
Ain't no party like a Big Moe party cause a Big Moe party
a small war and start a recession, the big dog, the boss hog
What I want is the question
I want it all, I want it all, I need it all right now, I want
why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home
And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning
To walk up in a church and believe
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star, yes I think that I would like
I would like that
To be
assorted tints, assorted flavors too.
The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,
But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by
eat.
We still pee in bottles
We play at your graduation parties
We have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.
Our friends are rich and we love it.
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when
some Xans, now I'm faded
Count a hunnid bands up, like, "nigga, yeah we made it"
Big body Benz (skrrt)
You can't see through my tints
I've been
Uh, my bank branch know me first name basis
House party lookin' like a Thursday at Aces
(Right) good gracious, all these blue faces
Told them niggas
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti (remix)
I woke up in a new Bugatti, remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Rich
Shined up by a rich girl,
Who's only care in the world is me.
"but are these all the brains I'm entitled to have?
Don't try to make me happy, when I'm
ghetto hoe, big ol' ass like J-Lo
Club packed, like a Detroit hair show
Dug that, she can teach the wind how to blow
She can teach frosty how to snow,
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don't regret
It's a backwoods, feel good, up all night
Party like it's 1969
Trailer trashed down by the river
Hop up in the shotgun, grab another cold
an open door
I've been rich, I've been broke before
I've seen the floor
You try to put me in a box, I'll box out like Okafor
And fuck being indecisive
Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
Got a big big system knockin' pictures off
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in
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