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Sir Mix-A-Lot - Big Johnson lyrics
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] Oh!, y'all been tellin some lies 'bout your penile region (*laughing*) (Female voice: Fuck me up here) (*mixed*) That's what I heard from your girl, boy [Break - Female voice] We like a great big Johnson - 4X [Verse 1] Big momma please don't give me drama 'bout my love hummer If you ain't pleased, then tell me what I need If you lie, I'll play the naive guy Tell me ten strong, you got a closer look I know I ain't ten long, but that's okay You call me Big Daddy anyway And make me feel good 'bout my medium wood She got her eyes closed, rockin me well Tryin hard to get a nut, while she callin me Denzel But oh well, get it Halle Berry, get it Halle Berry, get it Two can play the games in a fantasy thing And only five percent of men got nine and up But eighty-five percent say they can't fit a cup, now what up? Somebody gotta be lyin, cause I am Claimin bout twelve on the hit-me scale But the truth is the six to eight range, you hang Just like the average Joe Plain, fool [Chorus - Female voice] + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (uh huh) Bring length (yeah), tonight (uh) If not, bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ladies, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson [Verse 2] Now every entertainer claims hung but not wanted Mister Being-less-than-a-female's-best But have you seen a John Holmes movie? Got the double digit wide with a pack of porno groupies! Well my girl did, she stayed glued to dude He swingin fourteen inches and the remote she clenches But she's my Misses but she's his tonight And did I tell you John Holmes was white? Uh oh, we can't let the urban legends die Cause I be Mandingo and he be the gringo It ain't supposed to go like this, it was goin well Eight was swell, but fourteen brings hell But I can't compete with this feat, so must I eat the ultimate burger, I clicked on a cursor Triple W dot Ginseng dot com Tryna drop bombs, lay it down and hit in like John [Chorus - Female voice] + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (uh) Bring length, tonight (*laughing*) If not, bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (What they like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ha, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Well say that then) We like a great big Johnson [Verse 3] You can blame it on the Internet, its too much access To big studs lookin for quick love and hugs They used to only have magazines with a three inch punk in a centerfold His pee-pee's cold But oh no my ego shrunk, when they got hunks Big J Peg, beef strapped to his leg No strings attached to the ride Plus they only touch with they feminine side, so why try But I bought tools from the tools store I heard the revolutions per minute, can make up for dippin in it Ain't no shame in my game, you could make to claim You say your layin the pipe, but pay attention to your wife Lover man .. Come home from work and John Holmes be sittin up in your thing about fourteen inches deep And you standin in the doorway lookin at three and a half (*laughing*) [Chorus - Female voice] + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (bring white?) Bring length (huh?), tonight (say what?) If not (yeah), bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon, chicks) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon, chicks) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ladies, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson Female voice: Big fuckin cock (*laughing*) Sir Mix-A-Lot: Damn girl, you meant that shit |
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