Big Tymers Lyrics
[Chorus (2x) (Mannie Fresh):] All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud Go number 1 Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba Go number 1 Old ig-nant motherfucker [Verse 1: (Baby)] (Come on, you ridin' this dick) Yo, fuck being a prince I'm the king of the south It's the birdman daddy stick the gag in ya mouth It's the, Boss Hog, known Big Dawg The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg You see that, four pound, ga-round, and round round banana clip and I shut your hood down See I floss like Jewelry (stay broke like Woodie) It's the number 1 daddy, look for carpet and pully See I shine like feet, 23's for me 24's on the truck and leave on dub streets See I wipe a bitch down Then dribble on the hoe And touch her from her head, from her waist to her toe Now buckle up Ma it's time to ride out G-waggin' daddy , I keeps it down south Escalade truck, in the back, and it's nasty Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it's a Caddy [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 2: (Mannie Fresh)] Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad They jumped in the magazine and showed they ass But it ain't nothin' but stunna to bust a nigga ass When I jumped off the porch, y'all were still on the grass (Biotch) Nigga gave me a shot and gave me a gun Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun But A,A- the B-I the I-I You motherfucka! (Fucka) Suck a d-iock You Motherfucka! (Fucka) Ba- Ba- Bubba Motherfucka ! Them hoes be sayin' ([Women:] You a dirty motherfucka) See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome The jewels, the ice, ears, the arm The ??, the Lui, the Gucci, the berry The swine, the mink, let's get it together The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters The guns, the pistol, automatic niggas Ak, nine glocks, mackin' left niggas It's the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds You betta understand because these hoes all minors (You better Biotch!) It's the Ma- Ma- Mannie Mannie Fresh nigga (The fuck with this nigga!) Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western nigga! Spin yo block on 24's nigga [Woman:] Stunna Stunna [Mannie:] I'm known to havin' hoes nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I went from, teach to streets, to solvin' this beef Nigga gave me my shot, November the nuts ski Aye aye 19 that is (Woooo) See them tattoo tears See I'm a known deep boy with the dope in the frig It's me Lac and Stone and all my kids Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig (Woooooo Weeeee!) Jaguar that is See I'm world wide grindin' and I'm tryin' to live You know how it is when you got the kids You gots to go home and get it how you live Ain't got no money so you pick at eye lids Turn around the corner and you askin' why You fought everybody cause you stupid ass high Asked mom for money you dumb motherfucka (fucka) She find out in jail and you back this summa (summa) [Chorus 4x]
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