Lyrics:
dot, line, dot I'm not seeing the vision
Eat a nigga for lunch paid suspension for dinner
And they be famous by breakfast but this the world that we
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
honey
But you can’t open your eyes
(You got me lost in the wildest fields)
To see the wild world honey
It’s no big surprise
(You got me lost in
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
The only place that I buy clothes anymore
I used to be a big shopper 'round the world
Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore
'Cause I can't pay any
Just a kid with big dreams, driving around town,
Playing in sunsets, feeling wild and unfound.
Summer days, friends by my side, feeling free,
trying to get my song on file
It's on now, the whole town done gone wild
Kick rhymes off my heartbeat as a unborn child
Then developed a strong style
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
I'd like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite sou
Introducing the world's greatest entertainer
The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself
facts are stated clearly
But my raps contain no "wild thing" so
I guess no one will hear me
"They're killin' us?"
But what's new, 'cause nobody will yell
(woah)
I stay freshly and clean, clean like André 3-thou' (thou')
I was a Big Boi since a kid, now the world found out (huh?)
Mom named me Radric 'cause
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
here to rock the industry
Leaving people stunned asking who could it be
It's the big bad man Mr Timmy B
And I'm hanging with K I double K I
Gotta say no
are passing by
In childish days gone by
We were flying ten feet high
in a small world full of beauty
And some of us still try
Oh, Mr. Grumpy, how was
that a peace of mind
Money all mine, Jordans on feet
Girls gone wild, bunnies on skeet
Schoolboy and Dope Boy, boy, that's some shit
S55 fly by, that's
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and
Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
up
Had to disappear for a while
Shit got a lil' hot
Guess who’s back on the block
Mr big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner one hand
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
the bucket ah water
Mama say doh gwan embarrass her
She have a good eye on Mr. Walker
Mama say doh gwan embarrass her
Big bone Shirley round the corner
She wanna see my wild side
Wild side
So I took her on a wild ride
Wild ride
Baby girl this my life style
Life style
You can see the world through my
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