Lyrics:
dreaming, big business, big riskin'
Big winning, big living, big shit
It's whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (big shit, big shit, big
the man dem weh dey hate o
I see the blessing coming overload o
Dey girl dem a go call me Mr. Oreo
Before you a go realize me dey a tokyo
Five star
planking
Man she ranking
Double dipping on it
Super soaker
Blowing bubbles
Call her Billy Ocean
Bone collector suck me dry
She'll catch it in her eyes
with a little 'Bump N Grind'
Now that's what my man say
Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein' hand-fed
I made the jam, with my man, about
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr
I is
That's who I is
Supa man I handle bis, business
Ninety nine prisoner 46664
Like it was mother fucken Mandela
Ska delela, when it comes
I is
That's who I is
Supa man I handle bis, business
Ninety nine prisoner 46664
Like it was mother fucken Mandela
Ska delela, when you come to me
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
at the gate just two days past
I've been flyin' towards the sun in a jet plane fast across the ocean tide
There's a touch tone phone right beside my bed
to a butcher there by the name of Billy Brown.
And I wore the bloody apron for three long years or more,
Until I shipped on board the Ocean Queen, belonging
mentioned
Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
I'm in the matter of man, arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I
possibly decline man these jewels are fine
That's how I got all my riches by pimp slappin' you bitches
Mr 5 is in the buildin' and he's here to do business
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
to the ocean
Niggas gotta get a plan and imma put the shit in motion
Yeah they soft turn to hard, he done found the magic potion
Last thing you want is for her
Yeah, yeah, yeah (come on, man, y'all not ready)
I gave my twenties to the dream like Nivea (come on)
Created my own kingdom
All these hooks
sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot
Faggot, you bitch
in the wintertime, whatever just to see you smile
Private jet from time to time, by the ocean, I'll drive you wild
Whatever your decision, I'm with
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers
notion is proper
Only on the ropes if I'm rocking
I'll Billy Ocean the topic
Bob and weave
That make me feel more like Ali
Other words nigga know that I'm
business
Find my flow take this dough
Make some more
Man let's start a business
By my side ride or die ready to slide
Girl what's the business
Hold it down
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
I was a debtor of base human stock
No one would ever have me
No leverage, what could I do
But sail across the ocean for revenge?
I know you
up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright
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