Lyrics:
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
Ooh, respect the pimpin'
Ooh, respect the pimpin'
I'll never forget the Ward Brothers, player
Old school pimps like Roosevelt Taylor
The list goes
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
Jacme
Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland
Even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing
you cannot be callin me every three minutes
If you love me, just trust me, you know that I'm fully comitted
'Cause a brother like me will make it
the winter attack
Good for a present, great for lovers
Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers
Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh
They're Jimmy Hats by KRS
the entire colony have one-by-one been through
The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia,
Who regenerate themselves every time,
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
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
constantly puttin' one in the head
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five, 1017
Wop came and got me, this shit ain't no dream
Big
with the sweeper
Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big heaters
Blow ya three times leave a mark like
Try to stop it
In other words, what the brother heard
He tried to catch it, but what occurred
Was too much weight for one brain to take
through
Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brother move on
You gotta
a robbery, can't remember him
Was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor
Who left stocks for me
Two little
in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop, shoop a-doobie, like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
threw him out,
and my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
and my father is buried in town
by his father's side,
and me, i spent my
limpin' this brother ain't simpin'
Not to mention I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions
I get a lot of attention
Sleepin' in sheets that's made
about to rip this shit)
Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump
(There's a party in here, baby)
I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby
(You better get down
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Dressed up for the big parade
it´s a sad day
keeping up the pace
together side by side
farewell to a Friend
“Are you alright, are you burned?”
“I'm
[ VERSE 1 ]
Brothers ain't shit
They're lookin for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin your cars up close
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