Lyrics:
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean,
Tooth
Do it for soldiers in heaven
Whom wasn't able to
If my brother Gustin was here
He'd probably be faded fool
If my brother Jamie was here he'd
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
as it gets
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
The hornet and the drone bee
Big brother
Is a Godless gun lover
Little brother
Is a yellow puff adder
Not so bright,
way
You wanna talk this way
Backstroke lover
Hidin' undercover
Still I talk to your daddy, he say
"You ain't seen nothin'
'Til your down
you should toy with
So don't come in my face with that motherfucking boy shit
Never coming soft with that 'love, peace and joy' shit
Mr., Mr
responded
Greg I'll prolly never have a better friend than Prodigal
From laughing about nonsense to getting philosophical
You're basically my big brother
In a little shack down by the bay
Not far from New Orleans
I met this country girl down there
I was about 19
She went and told her Daddy, she want
Mama Rita and my daddy is Jack
Little baby brother on the floor is Matt
Green and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
oh yeah
Yeah, it's Al Skratch, that real smooth brother
The undercover lover makin' moves on your mother
If I have to, it's only natural, that I
the type of brother that is swinging with a fiddle
Out to get a lot because I never like a little
Which is why I ban a dip that claims she's in the middle
big brother got Shiro's mum
He ain't lettin' her go free until she brings her son
Shiro's got the words, now Shiro's coming back
He's rushing
nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch,
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
Till one day
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
of your homies, come on gangsta, draw the chalk
Mom and daddy, they ain't raise no hoes, this shit ain't my fault
Said my little devil, it pound my demon,
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?
Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
.jpg/224px-Blues_is_a_woman_Reitz_(Little_Brother_Montgomery).jpg "Little Brother Montgomery")
Discuss these daddy brother lover little boy by mr big Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In