Lyrics:
bite
So here's a lesson of what the don art is
Taught by the big you know, Prince of Darkness
Stop, hold up, pause, quit
Change the groove
bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money
We're goin' out to the club tonight
Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice
Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright
Got it poppin' on the dance
well the machine it never ends
When you feel it's right, the teeth of reality bite, oh yeah
C'mon let's talk about it bounce it off of me
It is a big
a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who
and hurry
So first to get the film back in time
To avoid that big fine
I had to do a fast hill climb
But a faster decline
But I flew a bit quick
Arms
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( ) = Woman's line
For all the fellas on the set who claim they have that funk in they
Machine Gun Funk Big Poppa
I'm steaming shrimp and lobster
No lean I'm sipping vodka
So clean Big Pimpin Patna
Rest in peace to Regis
I swipe
bridge
Poking at your eyelids with the soul kids from where I live
Everybody's smiling big as Regis
And time froze like fetus, a guitarist took
A time
down
Beaver patrol
I've got one good thing, it's on my side
This big black car, it's out of sight
Beaver patrol
Beaver patrol
Beaver patrol
Beaver
over your dress)
An hour later the cops arrived
By then the entire glee club had died (no big loss)
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop
Cause I know what I got is mine
For me
It's all
Borrowed time
As I lay by the window
Take me now
This peace of mind
Enchanted by the symbol
The world
and poke in my love, it's a big bruise
I'd rather go smoke the emotion that run through
I'd rather go high
Live a little life
I'm fine and I got everything
in my homeboy, Spongebob'
Snuffy and Sponge' ridin' round in the funk
Elmo and Count out front gettin' drunk
Sponge', he got a '9
Snuffy got a big
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggaz throwing rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a notorious style
been getting bags like I got a copy machine
Got your female acting crazy she my sloppy toppy machine
Ima slap her ass have her call me big daddy papi
to come again (time 4 us to come again)
A mans worth
Can't be judged by how much money he got
But by the actions that he takes to better hisself
Understand
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
Niggas like me make the world go â??round
Beats by the pound is them niggas droppin' platnum sounds
Niggas like me roll
need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while
got a power stick
Jay winnin, that's that shit niggaz hate seein
Stay schemin, bout a buck never daydreamin
Play defense, profit big, never break even
ain't sweet but Big Mike and his diabetes meter
Homies put a couple kitos in the Kia
Got caught over those rather judged by the Grim Reaper
RIP out in
spender when I got it, so what's shakin'?
Got this money, big bucks to be gettin'
And given to my people, we winning
Because of my behavior, inflected,
got real, Big Panda
Eating them big meals
Top three with the step back that can really tear achilles heels
I'm making mill's cause every OP is a free
rubber
Mm-mm, no lovin' because I got dope
(Oh) , chains and some haters
Notorious, I'm BIG
Tryna stook me for my paper
Coke and the Brandi, it's still
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