Lyrics:
got em crossed
Soon as the funk is poppin off
HAHA I hit em up
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
get right
'Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right
My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned
Old school on the fish and the chumps
Lettin' out playin old school funks
Big Sammie put it down for the bottom
Fly hunnies want money we got em' (oh
they are vile
Stack the money up
You know I love my piles
And my girl look just like Big Latto
Got all this money like I won the lotto
I'm getting tens
filled up with sand
I shattered into pieces with a foot in the tomb
And I got swept up by a magical broom
Big green slinkys all over the place
They jump
He came with his friends, in a caravan
To witness the governor's ball
Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass
While the rest stood like bricks in
They call me by name imported from Italy
Imported from Spain them capital gains
cnd all the remains no need to explain
Big dreams big goals
Getting
fly a bitch out to Venus
She suck my soul out my penis
I got that funk, yeah, that big cheese
Flexing so hard, do it with ease
Used to be broke, I had
on
Top of the list
Hall of fame
Notorious like big
Rip competion
Nothing on me
Am trail blazing
Yellow mamis are my favourite
Different pages I wrote it
Black suit be fittin' you nigga, I got hood degrees
Plus I'm street like powdered milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin' man nigga, then I'ma
Mic-Check One Two
Uhh-Huhh
It's that Tibetan boy with big dreams
Shout-outs to Tibetan Mob
Bonafide G's Big up's to my momola
Sample so soulful got
ahh Ooh ahh ahh
Say What?
Trouble is if you got bizness
Being a a nay-nay sayer
You will get zapped cuz we are tapped
Into the funk, so say ya prayer
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
Just got done with a big bowl of Cheerios
Just dropped the TV remote up in my cereal
I don't even know if I live past today
Do I get past this
beef like a double pounder wit cheese/
The chief of getting the green/
I got a cash machine/
Which gives me time to get in between/
You can't hang wit my
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd
Bob Marley and Wailers
Abashante neMalaika
Big Pun, the Notorious
2PAC and The Outlaws
I was born in the south western township
I was raised in the PK,
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
thing I got it locked
Officially, I'm yo' big belly da-ddy
Technically, you don't need to be with nobody but me
Ha-va-na ci-gar, Ja-mai-can ni-gga
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the washing machine, with
tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing
Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
hat, took a cab to Hawthorne
that's a period
Notorious, I'm B.I.G, the C.I.A is after me
What do I do? That's IDK
The chain on my neck, ICY
They envy me, now I see why
Cold hearted,
feeling so insecure
Used to be by my side but
Now all I see is pride
On the quest for big lucci, got you open wide
It feels funny
Cause it never used to be
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces
Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
I got Slauson
youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space
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