Lyrics:
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
golden plates! (gold plates)
I gunna lead the people! (we head west)
We gotta stick together! (for months)
We gotta help each other! (we will for
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
It's right there
It's by the bed next to my head
But I don't even care
There's stars up on the wall
And they all glow in the dark
And we can hear
It's right there
It's by the bed next to my head
But I don't even care
There's stars up on the wall
And they all glow in the dark
And we can hear
a suit of loot
You're surreal (That's one raw (big) deal)
You're surreal
Far too cerebral (enhanced appeal)
For mass appeal (I want my girls real)
You
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis doses
Blends and Bends
her
To for- (yo)
In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (big fame), she like cats
her
To for- (yo)
In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (big fame), she like cats
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
in pain, your mom just had the abortion
Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew
Have you scared with crack pipes? Your family throwin'
Lonnie be
First up to make it liver I catch wreck like drunk drivers
Been through many battles but I left no survivors
So WHASSUP? Those that want
is always hope, you must
Have faith in humanity
Only if we are together
Working side by side
We'll manage to survive
And find our own way
After
on fanta
Me and my bruddas got high in Atlanta
Walk around with a big sack like santa
Black and white bitch mixed together like pandas
We in the kitchen
(yea)
Slash from the back
Lift her up by her tracks
Now she up on her toes
(yea)
She fuck wit my presence
We leaving together
But came her alone
My
Pop a perc that’s a man down
Ask yo bitch who her man now
The Rari seats in that tan brown
Shorty ridin wit her head down
Big bag in the back
thang free
And if you don't know that by now, you will never know
You know what I'm saying, you wanna shine you get your grind on
[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]
ha-ha, you got's to bring it (shine on)
Cause there's no hand outs and ain't a damn thang free
And if you don't know that by now, you will never know
You
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
home
'Cos the Queen's fcuking head gives me a big fcuking bone
You might be hard, even harder than me
But I bet you can't look after a fcuking Bonsai
tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
got her head on right
Baby girl, all good from the hood
Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite
Baby girl, gonna mob on the block
Keep her thang
than leather
I'll see you at the Pearly Gates together forever
I got a fetish for livin'
Remember desires to be big pimpin'
Now I'm big poppa mama
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