Lyrics:
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly
so I'm down wit hoe play
Cookin' up a storm, piece of cake (cake, cake, cake)
Spittin' out that fire, feel the blaze (feel the blaze)
Takin' over, we don't play by
, twist your hands
Big C, bigger B
Big Vice Lord, big GD
Hit a block
Scope the spot
Kill the cop
Whack an opp
Gang bang
Bitch, uh, bitch
Aye, Lil
picture with a big frame
Big house with a big ring
It's a big life with a big bang
I walk this beaten path in disarray ya'll
But momma told me not to be
You took my attention away so hard now I just can't focus
Jet black hair and your dark brown skin, everything so golden
Slim or big, really don't
(Whats that)
[Psycho Les]
Some incredible shit, some incredible shit uhh
Twist that baby up in here
[Armaretta]
'Ey yo Big Psych
[Psycho
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
I'm fun aim
Lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin happen
Skip rappin
The'll be big choppas
Ghetto byrd word
Cause
on the outside
There ain't much to go by
Just a big orange moon
Shinin down on the pier
Now the stars are arising
The clouds they're a moving
And the moon it's
they aint bullet proof
You want intel like a interview im a big dog shit aint minuscule
Im a big V pass the yadameen
I see envy by the collar greens
Say
I'm that weirdo
Dripped out fit ice on my neck is sub zero
In my zone won't slow my roll I stack pesos
So much bread can't count by hand its big bank
your brain on drugs, Xzibit rain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost, my niggas, relax yourself (relax
We famous decorators
Outlaws with the force, with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators
Player haters can't play us, 'cause
Head high
Wavin hello from top clouds
Pussy boy
Watch your back now
Smacked out
Why you dead up on the ground now
No clout
I'm still chillen by myself
almost killed me that's some real psychesuicidal sex
On a private jet getting high, mile high club, Cloud 180 climate check
Check my altitude, eye cultured
think they care
cbout your fantasies
Where your the king
Young boy
With big dreams
Reach for the skies
Wipe them tears
Dry your eyes
There's clouds
chant your great great great grandmother taught us
More or less it goes like this
In the beginning there was no air
We weren't there
That big grey cloud
now that we alone
Tell that buster quit callin' you, turn off ya phone
It's the big dick monster from the back puncher
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it
and tell
Cuz won't you let me know who
Got a gun for sale?
(Snoop Dogg)
Shit, I'm trying to sell everything
Bang on any gang
That's the way the Chitty bang
a big bang
Get get down
All the ladies want to be with me
Get get down
All the fellas compete with me
Get get down
And I know that I'm trippin'
shit off the stage too
Thank God for sendin' 'em life angels
I just prayed for good health and bang tool
All 'em playas, home safe, trust and thankful
reign Supreme set them up and then I finish them
And then I finish them
I've had times that are lower than my Vans
People by my side that just couldn't
on the line
Be there to bang a drum
Incite and then subdue
When it's time to cross the river without you
Climb inside this violet cloud
Breathe in the truth
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
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