Lyrics:
kataja, i'm on my own dick now,
I'm on my own dick now, big sound, up town with a little more,
Chorus:
Meaning more money than i already got
Little more
you're ever on the lonely side of town
A little messed up
Saturday night
Nothing going on and you feel like
Gettin' up to something, boy, you know
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
do we do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we
Or else we'll all wind up in a big ol' spat
And I said hush your mouth nobody's gonna mind
If I pack my lip and ignore the sign
'Cause a little dip
big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
I'm winnin' for
Mama's little girl likes teasing the boys,
got em all on a string, baby just like toys,
never gonna change, no you better not try,
mama's little girl
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
town, same bar on Friday night
Gonna see what I can find
Maybe the sky's a little more blue
On the other side of that county line
Maybe there's a girl
You're like that big, big storm, who's tore the town apart
Leavin' everyone to console their aching heart
Like that snow that fell, looks so wrong
You're like that big, big storm, who's tore the town apart
Leavin' everyone to console their aching heart
Like that snow that fell, looks so wrong
You know how fuckin' Ossining does it
Big ass T-rips and big ass straps
Like THAT!
Gon' get you little violent
Gon get you little
Tell me why I
just a little more till I hit the vibration
Down on my fours, finish up my nut
I make you come through, gee
Look at my pager, it'll say 553-0461
just a little more till I hit the vibration
Down on my fours, finish up my nut
I make you come through, gee
Look at my pager, it'll say 553-0461
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
Sit by the fir
And warm my bones
No more fighting
Dragged down by stone
Little black horse
And big bright moon
Riding real slow
But coming home soon
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian
talking
Seen ya all around town
with a frown
like you need a boost
a little pick me up
can go a long way
when the worst of the day
is weighting down
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
I want a little apartment that's just east of town square
With a big bathroom mirror so I can still do my hair
And it will seem like one of my
busy
Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, you're through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted,
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