Lyrics:
Timberlake
Baby hit the brakes
Ain't have nothin on my dinner plate
Now I'm gettin steak
Niggas fake. Let me catch a snake
That's a big mistake
If I like it
came with the fame
just like big pimpin y'all drew all this hoes just like
thats why im in the club poppin all these bottles tonight
[Syleena
or I'd break her poor heart in two
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)
A let me tell you now,
I passed up a chance when I walked by a booth
(Hurry, hurry)
with these plugs, I have to pull a side
Gave my boy Call a case and his mouth shot off like a rod
If you suckas get caught in jammies and tell on ya
the waist is. (UH)
I like them hood with a swag in his mean he know wat to do when it come to me. Play right
BIG toys
Big Hands
Big shoes
I like them
look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems
I know a boy who knows a girl and she is so in love
She wants him for he's all the things that she's been dreamin' of
She wants to share a kiss with
turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Ooh, yeah
And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
in the club
Big chillin' with my feet up
They ain't smokin' like the OG
They be off that bammer
I be smokin' on that OG
No flex, 'cause the name weighs
The day I made it with your friend
Ordinary pain
Giving your love to one unreal
Ordinary pain
Like a big fool I know you feel
Ordinary pain
But in
(okay)
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah (woo)
Clappers to the front, got a Backwood full of skunk
Got a white boy with the funnel gentrifying,
in-and-out, that's why I didn't stay with Def Jam
I went to Def Jam after ten years on the label, because I owed them that
I was like, "Okay, so what's up? We
my daddy sees me
Peeking from my door
But he pretends he's Santa anyway
Every year he tries to fool me
But I'm a big boy now I don't believe in
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
you no more
She don't...
Birds fly by with the booming system
Gotta holla got to scream just to get your attention
It's everything you want it's
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One day these could be the days but who could have known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
But mama my intentions were the best
A little boy with big blue eyes a-beggin' to go fishin'
I promised him but never took the time
Now they won't
down by the ocean
She's takin' care to look for sharks
They hang out in the local bars
And they feed right after dark
Can't you feel 'em circlin',
and starin' right at me
He said boy you put your hand upon the hand of Hoddy Holly
Now you'll feel the heavy hand of Big Dupree
Then crazed by ragin' passion he
What's crackin'?
You already know who it is
Ya' boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I'm the dean
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
love you, goodbye
Took a lot of wrong turns on the road
Finding his life
By the grace of God he ended up
With a little boy and a wife
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