Lyrics:
an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip
Small world gotta cautious these pretty hoes real hypnotic
Bring in a big deposit this money ain't got no option
High fashion yea I adore ya I
known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
And all alone through ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin' and profilin, niggas comin after me
In
and I'm there I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, uh, don't stop
men do with the dump truck
Ladies hands up
Let me see ya shake ya stuff
A, B, C, and D cup
Little bitty to big ol' butts
Fellas hands high
Let me see ya
hold up, get 'em
Big dog status, high end fashion (yeah)
Dead fresh no stylist, I hustle with a passion
If she bad then I'm smashing, if she not then
bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one
on blue beaches sunnin
You keep shinin like a ring I do my thing and keep it comin
Aww Heavy (aww Heavy)
Keep on comin {big lovable, make ya
Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot
you bout a pinch of my pain
Last time we talked, it took a lot to share how I been
These days I'm getting high with my face in my hand
I'll do anything
now all praises due
All praises due to the Most High
(To the Most High)
To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky
(You gotta keep your head up
make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop
together, we ride, we die, we high
(y’all understand?)
(if ya don’t know somebody you
Ain’t supposed to judge em) fOREVER!
THUG LIFE! (that yute big ya done)
I just put the planet on my back because I'm too big for the city
If you scared then go to church
And get the fuck up out ya feelings
How you saying
yeah I know you messed up Just promise you Learn your lesson
It's Big Three Nigga... yeah
The moment I wake up, I gotta get high
Loaded than
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
i got a big gun
Three point five hope you got good lungs
Why you keep talkin bout bred you aint ran through
Hands on deck rolling Js my mental
You
bitch
You better respect this, I step quick
'Cause I got a vicious right hand, but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga
bitch
You better respect this, I step quick
'Cause I got a vicious right hand, but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga
and chief
Rip tha guys
Tell em free my z's
Im notorious
I know im b-i-g
They tried to leave me dead
I cant d-i-e
He wanna diss the gang
He gon die by me
I
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
to fight
Whenever the second arrive
Pressure applied indefinite time
Eventually find ya left with a diamond
Insomnia when Im distressed
So I get high
Throw ya hands up! Throw ya hands up!
In this corner the ghetto gladiator
Iron Mike Tyson never been defeated
Can't keep a good man down!
And in this
flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't
Need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip
Anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my
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