Lyrics:
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
[Chorus]
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin',
on a scholarship
I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously
Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost
Dear Gerald, 21, you
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
and win her a prize
A little later on, we'll slip off by ourselves
I can't imagine livin' anywhere else
It's a big time in a small town
Everybody's
know the time indeed, y'all need to
Take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all
But we about to give you what
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
getting me down
Is this dirty old little dead end town
Well I hoped out of bed
And I just got going
As to what I'll do
There ain't no way of knowing
I ran
That's all I do is talk shit, no doubt
Yeah I got my nigga B-Legit in the house
Bad Ass Anthony Banks, doin "Big Thangs"
$hort Dog, always
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
If you have read the album cover by now, then you will know that our name is what our name is
It's a good name, it's a sexy name
And actually, it's
Cause that ain't no place for no Big ol Hoss
Big Hoss, Big Hoss, yeah that's what they call me
You'd call me Hoss too girl, if you ever saw me
Little Hoss
the pews), they decided that they didn't have to take out their
Garbage for a long time.
We got up here and found all the garbage in there and we decided
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
since
It's time to unload on y'all niggas
Yeah, uh i know y'all used it already, uh
But y'all didn't rip it like Freddie, uh
Yeah, Freddie gangsta
Here we
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks
You've seen them on the telly and read their histories in books
But here's a little ditty
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see,
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