Lyrics:
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose
Timmmber
Hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
strugglin')
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set
Make all the ladies say (ooh, ooh baby)
You can't knock the hustle, not at all (no, no, no, no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no, no, no, no)
Never
streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)
Lights is
so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
free-fallin' tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin' dope
Lemme know how many
me
They got the same thang on
Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on
Coz my uncles about to get their sang on
And all round the world, my
TK, big back
YZ, 40 Duty, three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, two Ts, capitals
The enemies know
a parade
Yeah the tryna fit in, I'm tryna fit to change (yeah)
Yeah they're tryna come close, while I want space
By the way I go around I rotate
By the way I
the thing that you can't teach
And then send 'em a rhyme into that bullshit you can't reach
Then I give you shit that make the hood wanna bang in the street
about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name
But
plays like I'm Ray
But I make it do it what it do
Parade all up and down your street
Them drum sounds ain't a loop
I get around but gimme the loot
I
about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name
But
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)
Big steppin'
I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't
parade,
when the order to march rang out loud and clear.
Starting off with a big bang bong on a Chinese gong,
by a big bang bonger at the rear.
Seventy
thang, 'fraid she's a beauty bang
This is the Chairman of the Board
The archbishop Don Magic Juan
Big Snoop Dogg, is a boss playa
As a matter
promenades with Oscar Wilde
Big funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds it's way down Eternity Street
Souls ain't
And oh my my, oh hey hey
Here it comes, the big parade
Marching bands and barricades
Make way, for the big parade
Canvas covered, canvas covered in
And oh my my, oh hey hey
Here it comes, the big parade
Marching bands and barricades
Make way, for the big parade
Oh
Canvas covered, canvas covered
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?
Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame,
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