Lyrics:
tell your sister you fine
Cause baby there's room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain't nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how
blam in a big room
Muzzle out the window blast
From the 13th floor broken glass, moving
Fast see the muzzle flash
Everybody hauling ass
Where a mask for
don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Fresh new
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
about to drink a nice cold
Glass of something, 'Zoop!' the glass
Disappears, He'd come to someone about
To sit down after a hard day's work, 'Zoopl'
to my room with the tooth in the middle
And bring along the bottle and a president'
And-eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your
tracks to a room by the lake
I heard your song and it took me away
I wanted to stay
I'm looking back
Out onto where I'm coming from
Out into that big white
a million the last time I checked it
Thank God, I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
They call me Big
wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that
suede with a touch of velour
On the rocks, Ciroc, glass and I pour
Snoop Dogg is the shit, get your ass on the floor
So you can choose best
and your girls a wreck
(That bitch)
Lose a piece of you survive all that
Plus you young and you black
It's hard enough being that (yeah)
Your mom gone ain't
Hey, Snoop Dogg, can you pour me another glass of that Coolaid?
On the set, nigga, I'm an old maid
Upgrade, just like your phone game
Big Snoop
way to get checks
So give me respect when I get wreck
Or get your motherfuckin' chin checked
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I can
Cold
You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark
a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for the life after
Crack dealer living
bigger
A little, a little, a little (More for the bone)
Sparks may fly like the fourth of July
Just don't get any in your eye
Strap me on a 2 by 4
on hell shall never be menaced by doubt
MM I'm your mc mentor
There for sure when things go south
I'm out and route back the beat back to nookie
She says
Yeah
I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos
The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit
For real
We goin' from the Vava Cinquante-Cinq,
Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cause it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times, nigga
Gin and Juice up in this bitch,
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Buttons and bows, buttons
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Buttons and bows, buttons
of me
I miss your broken China voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down
Then you burn your mansion
with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
Twenty fours like hell, yeah
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