Lyrics:
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H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
Well ah, good evening my Nubian brothers and sisters ah
Tonight we got a really big show ah really big show ah
Conducting his Concerto in X Minor
I've been doin drive-bys all of my life,
Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.
3.14 apple pi,
I whip, clean it off, and stick it in her
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
Would you go back if you could?
I don't think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin' backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can't
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin'
Many raps they crochetin'
Hey yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'
But haven't been payin'
For real, slide
six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got
and his 2-2's
I saw him last night in the prime time news
Shot and killed by an on duty Jake
His birth to the earth was a big mistake
Now, history was not
to Mexico?
We took a chance on those road side tacos
And we got sick by the side of the road
And the fall came
And we had that big pot lot party
And your
Shoutout to the Wave God
(Young niggas don't wanna get on this shit right)
Max B, Biggaveli (ow)
Who better?
Turnin' lemons to lemonade
We gon'
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
a Big Bang
Now after three decades it's still a good hang
It's a good it's a good it's a good life
Reliving that dream every night
We ain't gonna get
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
what... what are families for?
You're the brother who is big
You were your parents' guinea pig
The first, the oldest and the best
Smarter, quicker
a jazz singer travelin', movin', movin',Â
Steppin' in my three-quarter shell-toes,Â
Groovin' love to hear the brothers signify sisters with their
back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
a twelve-inch
Smoking the best Celtic
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may
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