Lyrics:
Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he walks through
If there be
This album gonna be the sickest
That's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told never smoke rock
Told me how he
on the spaceship now
Gotta leave my mark on the town
Where they normalize hate and foul, uh
.44 out the truck (truck)
'Cause 'round here they don't give a fuck
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
she sip a little wine before she go to sleep
She say it help her relax but nothin help her more than me (Woo)
Your chick is showing she Naughty by
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
crawling by
This hurt I feel will never die
Somehow I know deep down inside
I'll never get away from this big town
From this big town
In this big town
Each time you come, you leave a little sorrow
You're like that big, big storm that tore the town apart
Left everyone trying to console their aching
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
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
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
Tunji like that
We doing this last album, you know what I'm saying?
But Tunji, man, that's the God, he's here for the culture
Yo man, you're a fucking
tripping
in a little debt lemme barrow 50 million
tryna start a business I can give to all my children
but these fashion world niggas here ain’t got no
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
and says "I'm so fucking tired of singing about love
I want an album where I'm strictly talking about dicks
Big ones little ones and crooked ones with weird
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
His Majesty feels
‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals
It’s big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin’ you
no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
CHORUS
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here
crawling by
This hurt I feel will never die
Somehow I know deep down inside
I'll never get away from this big town
From this big town
In this big town
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