Lyrics:
only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like
What? This shit is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout
[A]Can't go home if you're going by the mill
Cause the[E] bridge' washed out at the bottom of the hill
[A]Big Creek's up, Little Creek's
Like an old abandoned car
She parked it down off Lonely Avenue
And she forget about it till the day
She laid her eves on you
And her heart said:
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I
the local palais
That's where the big bands used
To come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
[Harlettes:] 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
said a prayer,
We knew his chance to live was all in vain.
He opened up his big blue eyes ans smiled thro' flowing tears,
These last few words then
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
it's time to end the drought
Then again she could be burnin', and that's not what I'm about
So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night
understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in a pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her
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
an apparition
He lives by the shore, but he comes from the sea
Goddess of the deep Lady Aphrodite
Don't let him swim with the fishes
Like Luca Brasi
Now
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
crisp and clean
And the smell of coffee boiling, by a big old pot of beans
Chorus
So in my dreams I'm driving home, I can see my daddy's face
He's
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
the midrange and up go me levels
"Precious" by Chant¨¦ is rockin' the box
This cannot be foreplay 'cause this be to hot
Up go the left thigh on me
ask about pay
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day
Working their copper claims, risking their lives
So it's fun to spend Christmas
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