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Big Tymers - Big Tymers lyrics
Baby] For sure, lil' one Off top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [B.G.] Let me at 'em [Baby] Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga Look, this block is mine And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes 'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy) I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand [B.G.] We don't even want you comin' 'round no more [Baby] Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut We got this shit, wodie [B.G.] Gotta hustle {verse 1} [Baby + (B.G.)] Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure) Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin' Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?) Callin' the law look (?) I told the young nigga to learn the mack Poppin' two, shor-tay [B.G.] Four in the mack [Baby + (B.G.)] We hard-headed head bustas We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?) My mind went dead (What?) My daddy's dead (What?) My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin') Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?) Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?) With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?) Bundles of dope and ounces and shit We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?) Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?) (?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll creep, too They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too Big Tymers - they thug, too Them niggas sell drugs, too They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too [Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)] What? Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?) For me to say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?) Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her) Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up) They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?) When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?) B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?) Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie Triple-X rated (Huh?) Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it." Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded." Once again, it's on The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?) Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?) Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga) Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga) I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim (Hook [B.G.]) Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes They don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes Them niggas don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes [Lac] What, what, what, We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered Lil' Wheezy more platted Baby more platted Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it (?) we move packages, (?) jack it Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin' Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me: A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January (Hook3x [B.G.]) Big Tymers stunt very hard Drive the finest cars Big Tymers got that work Got a Impala, and got it hard Big Tymers - they live in lavish Neck and the wrist is platted Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it [B.G.] For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga) B.G. and the fam' If you gotta be a B.T. ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.) A H.B. ([B.] Ya understand) Ya understand Ya undersmell that Ya gotta go get it Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah ([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy) Lil' Wheezy ([B.] To then B.Geezy) To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy How you love that And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga) ([B.] Get your mind right) Get your mind right Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here) Since '92, nigga Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy) ([B.] Been stun'n) Been stun'n ([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker) Number-one stunna, nigga ([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga) The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga The Big Tymers |
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