Lyrics:
no big thing
No big thing
Who needs the aggravation
Least now I know it's no big ting
Stamps in my passport
Now they're Polaroids and drinkin
'bout to take this whole thing to Mars (lift off)
Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don't know what we been through to make it
'd rather be dead
In the room was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death
I've had enough of forever being told what to say and do
I've had enough
I've had enough being always pushed around by the likes of you
I'm making
I can't go down that big road by myself
I can't go down that big road by myself
If I can't carry you, I carry someone else
I asked him, "how
out the hood on the scene
you did the humpty with the you I did the walk wit the queen
was a dream smokin and drinkin ?
Stealin' backstage passes
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your
at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, round catcher
Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor
Got her seein' stars, she thought
much
Rather be me than you, man
OK
Big bong, money long
Got a big grip on the game
We on that business tip
Not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga
But
ain't got nothin' to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin' to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin' I don't know what you been
you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
"Get Mine" my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new
it's big business
Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mothafucka
knows I'm drinkin' too much
Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me
You've been losin' sleep since '93
I thought you should know
That all those
Walk around with two chain, like I'm Tity Boi (like I'm Tity Boi)
Drinkin' out the bottle like I'm Diddy, boy
We pull up and kill the scene, nigga,
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
day, need to change bladder
She's just happy that the crew back in town
She 'bout to go downtown for a whole hour
If I had her, you can have her, man,
and she rich like Gucci rich
Bucket list, no more waitin' to get that off my bucket list
Big boss business, quarter million on a pendant (brr)
Eight
type, he go for strong and that's big gun
They go for drinkin' Courvaseour and mix behind you, one and one
A bunch of young black rich dangerous niggas
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
That's that big shit
And we all gettin' money
We can all get money
(Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Million
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