Lyrics:
Got my neck on coolio
Got a hustle by nature, couldn't get up in the studio
I'ma stack this paper, stack my paper
Big dooly truck
Got a hustle by
trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D-I-O-R-
They
lost it it showed up
now I am all grown up big and tall
as I write this song I feel real joy
cause there on my desk is my favorite toy
rubber ball rubber
Been stuck to a ball and chain
Life's all about what I bought today
It's all the same
Ten coffee cups
And I'm always drained
You're all insane
Up all
It's the fat mac dope
Like an 8Ball, that's why
People call me that
Some used to call me Mr. Big
But I had to flip
Now they call me Mr. Ruffle
Cuz
on the street, nigga
Don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga
Don't say shit everybody want the ice and
Everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill
So
hurry, always track always ball
‘Bout to smash through the wall
Key West Keylime, order by the pie
Get, get lost in the summertime sky
Big, big bass from
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
by the funeral director
Who poisoned the saxophone section
And if you ain't the big daddy
You ain't nobody
If you ain't the big daddy
You ain't
Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is
Count it like 1, 2, 3
I just got a paper cut
Stacking all this paper up
Ball like MJ, 2, 3
Every time I hit the city got a couple racks with me yeah
got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
balls, everybody knows me
I'm a big deal, you should kneel, and crawl when you approach me
I got big bucks, big cars, I'm bigger than all the universe
was a big nigga
Rich nigga but still keep a shooter
I remember them nights eating tuna
Now it's codfish and lobster Bermuda
All my niggas gon ball like
It can be over any day
But we gon' ball anyway, yeah
Made my first buck
I ain't let it go to my head (Nope)
I can tell by a nigga
Lingo if he gettin'
today, I'll face the big fight
But I really had a ball last night
When I came home from work this morning
My baby was feelin' low
cnd he told me what was
Freethrows, yeah
I'ma big baller, we know
I'ma ball out in the snow, yeah
I'ma go ball like freethrows
Like a shotcaller, he blows
There he goes,
Four door coupe, with a big thing
Driving to fast, can't switch lane
Hating on me, with a big name
Rapping to long, can't get fame
Four door coupe,
of a flaw
'Cause I'm dreaming big I got plans with my Queen and we just wanna reach out and ball
Guddamn! What a hard folk, going places where can't go
That'd
tree
That big O'l bush, That big o'l bush
Is such a pain to me
I pick and pluck that dirty bush
Until it's nice and clean
I hang my balls upon its
inscreasin' even in my absence
So my attitude is up anxious
Contract all most inspired, make my contract big and ball shit
Got bitches on my side shit,
we was thugging off rice
We grew up fast, never really had us a net stole a ball just to shoot up at signs
We was just broke, ain't no fields full
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
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