Lyrics:
a sprained jaw
A lot of rappers on my list that just ain't Ja
And I'ma read that motherfucker off come April
You pussies think I went soft 'cause 8 mile
the fly chicks hanging on our tip
Keep the girlies come with my bullwhip
All sucker DJ's I will swat
Call ill hip-hop with Mix-A-Lot
There's girls that
collection
It's your mix, congratulations
We changed a lot and then some, some
Know that we have always been down, down
If I ever didn't thank you, you
bitch with me, but I like 'em dark too
Cut off the lights, fuck the mall, in the dark too
Yeah, I just fucked on a check, ho, Double 0
Long live my
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
yeah?
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah
Hey, I'm the licorice bitch
You
leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy
Lot
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
yeah?
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah
Hey, I'm the licorice bitch
You
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I black
a lot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my momma is sick, I'm by her beside
Used to watch the show on channel 4
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
collection
It's your mix, congratulations
We changed a lot and then some, some
Know that we have always been down, down
If I ever didn't thank you, you
the pipeline on the grapevine, I'm a lifeline, that's a fact
I check her mouth out with a flashlight, search her nightgown with a strap
She might just eat dick
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil' fish, huh
I say, Lord be my savior
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just
run that back
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees sir
Yes sir
I'm having no doubts I do my damn thing
I don't know what they be hoping but look if you voting check
don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say
(Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic sir)
Check
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
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