Lyrics:
the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you fuck with Big Sno
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
Big beat talk to me
Hey
Whooh
I feel a back beat
The rock of life
Wakin' up blind with the house on fire
It ain't no perfect life
(By far)
I never have seen a river that's too wide There ain't no jail tight enough to lock me There ain't nobody big enough to stop me I'll be there if you
Stadium status
Uh
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
Who was Hip-Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend
No
Demonstrate the work Jamming threw the speaks. Tweakers know the dope.
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, well
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright
go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!
Well his mama told him
Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band
Many
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only got eyes, big bulging eyes
Great big eyes for you
a little too sad
I'm a little too blue
It's a little too bad
You were too good to be true
I'm big time over you, baby
It's a little too late
No, I
Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire, ayy
Big Cs up, bitch, roll the trees up
I be
settlin'
Big iron hips with the holsters
I'd be lookin' mighty fine on a poster
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me
If I was a cowboy,
slide? Who's in?
Big rocks 'round of ten
Fleetwood down new sand
Two seat ride, couped in
Don't leave 'round loose ends
Don't be around new friends,
He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
pretty young and I want to lotta fun
But she tell me no watch my step she don't want to be too gay
She said don't I told you a lot of big times
by hand in hand
With another guy
I just could not stop those big tears
Falling from my eyes
The high tides coming in
Oh no, no, no, no
I can't
this game
A chance to be somebody who you're gonna recognize my name
A chance to be a hero, a shot at the big time
A chance to be somebody new, a chance
And let the world go drifting by.
I wanna peep through the deep tangled wildwood
Counting sheep till I sleep like a child would.
With a great big
by hand in hand
With another guy
I just could not stop those big tears
Falling from my eyes
The high tides coming in
Oh no, no, no, no
I can't
(Blaise Tosti/Bud Reneau)
Though the sun may be dawning
You're the one that lights the morning
As I awake to the heaven
Of your sweet summer
Oh.. Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
The soul is the rock and
The rock will not be
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