Lyrics:
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"
I'm with the band
Hired
dynamite
Oh, kemosabe, more drip than Aquafina
Thought it was true love the first time I seen her
Pullin' black foreigns up by the fleet (by the fleet)
switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter
and hood rhymes from the villain
Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
Chorus
This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz
And all
bitch?"
I'm like, "I'm fuckin her right now"
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies, I got ten
DVD's steady diamonds
Got these big ballers grindin'
You know lil mama don't play
Nigga let the G's loose
I'm bout that bank playboy
Let them be 's
and kutty bloody nutty leavin'em shocked yaw [x4]
I roll with, villians and vigilantys regimers and outlaws
Mob figures we don't hang with cowards without
To takin' belongings in my ultimate goal
I'll take your China and your silver and your soul
By darkness and night I shimmy up the drain-pipe
The maggot,
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't
She's trying to find the pieces
To put it back together
Chained to late nights
A-huh, take aways, and caffiene
In a pokey little room there
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Last Saturday morning I shut off the alarm
Drove out in the valley to old Dan Cook's farm
A sign on the fence post put up with one nail read 10 a.m.
then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
Johnny said
Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields,
painted lacs in rows
Wheels spinning back and forth
All i ever wanted was to drive
Sitting in my room watching slab music on rewind
Paul wall, big pokey
of my life
H.N.I.C and BMG that's for life
I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo
Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo
Ten gold rings on my
name
Since ten, I been feeling lonely
Had friends but they was picking on me
Always thinking why my lips so big
Was I too dark? Can they sense my
can't escape.
[Chorus]
Yonder comes my woman. How in the world do I know?
Well, I know her by her wiggle and the dress she wore.
The last time
car oh yes you do now
Do you think I can't afford to give you my love
You think you're higher than every star above
Chorus
Mr big stuff, who do you
increasing on Rosecrans, nigga
Kendrick Conan, nigga
Where you sword at? Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters
Kama
wanna hit a 10 out of 10
Her boyfriend is a fuck nigga
Fuck with Gangsta Gibbs in the city, get you touched nigga
Number one pick, Big Dog on the Bucks
Oh well, look at here now
This just makes my day
Yes, a wonderful woman
She just walked by my way
Well, I was standing in that tune like a leaf
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