Lyrics:
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
he's got to be part of the in crowd
(oooooo's)
Little Big Man, Yeah You Little Big Man (x4)
He's gonna earn some cash
He's gonna sell some weed
Cos he
you
Driving around this little town
Loving all of you
He got in his truck and started it up
cnd I walked by and said hello
You have a nice dog what's
light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by
Kid's rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go
After all these miles, fam
I really need that
Hammer down now let the mileage roll on
Town to town in this big ole van for so long
Smoked all out
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
'em wrong though
Uh, we know what you're thinking love
You think we out smoking and drinking love
Pushing big whips, chains clinking love
But
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
That girl was born to be in California
Have her blonde hair bleached by a Venice Beach sun
Drive a little red sports car, Up and down the boulevard
on
And my plaid shirt and horse polo
Big wheels on the truck hop up in my stage coach
When the little ones fall asleep
Thanking the lord for each soul he
by Snoop Dogg and Niggaracci
Yeah that's right y'all
A little som' for the ladies
1874 FM on your dial, The Big Squeeze
Brought to you by my main man
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block (coming through to squeeze)
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
Juggalos, come out to play...
Guess who's coming to your big town?
Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown
Circus sound, painted frown
Carnival of carnage
so I can bun dem please
Well den a big fire stick weh all a mek certain sound
Pure gun shot me here a ring thru the town
Everybody wanna be
the mountain where the big airliners fly
And I am gonna find it by and by
(It's near a town they say by the name of yesterday)
Right near a little village...
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr goodie Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they
astronomical
Feel this shit in the root of yo body all ya follicles
From the little bity city by the sea ain't think it was possible
To breed a typa nigga like
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
The Koch brothers cornered a quarter mile and don't hide it
Big bank my pedigree infiltrating the landscape
Certified secret society public handshakes
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