Lyrics:
B.G.
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five
featuring Big Tymers
B.G. [Talking]
Don't fuck with me
Tellin' ya
Verse One: B.G.
Nigga better tighten up
Before
the violence with the violins and the violins in the studio, arranging the funeral of all the
Commoners who be judging my common sense in the comments section,
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
the ink of the pen
And I run
Puzzle the dots I'm on the brink of this man
Like I was sixteen with a big dream
But I had no hope
Yeah know this shit seem
[Featuring Roc City O]
Hook:
Games people play (I want to know)
Games people play (why the brothers be playin' them games)
Verse 1:
know it's a hassle See me the bitch in my castle, ay Probably won't be going to the White House no more, right Gonna be chilling in the castle, ay
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
a mouse in the house ahahaha
And there may be uninvited guests you didn't expect, ha
No house, no problem
No home, no alarm
If don't have a big house,
as the Mojave
Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
[Techniec]
No bustas, no peace
Rock
Deepo)
BRIDGE (BIG TIMI)
100 100s on me 100 100s on me
We be steady ballin' yeah we steady Bossin'
Lotta jewelry on me cos a nigga Sourcin' (Yao-Ugh)
swear that these hoes be callin (Yeah yeah)
You see how we ballin
We step out like it’s DripGala (Yeah yeah)
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
it by the hair on my chinny chin chin
Its da big bad wolf wit a chess full of air
Bout ta blow these niggas down I'm tryna Winny win win
Oops MB I'm
that west
I rep that west
Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the nina go bang bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map but
I rep
and be ignorant
Never been a pilgrim pussy, why would I settle
Uh— would never— I’m ridin’ dirty, I ain’t sterile
Uh-uh— I got some metal by the pedals
of the underworld
Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angle that you can strangle Los Angels (ha)
Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad Los Angeles
Ras
no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS,
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
right
You better off saying a nigga took my life
Want to assassinate my character, but I ain't acting
It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting
B.I.G
HONORcBLE FLEX(S.O.S. LO, featuring Chris King and Trippie Red) SONG SHEET
Song Produced by: cdrian "cP" Porter, cbraham Poythress and , CeeJay
And a bitch probably just want these problems
I'ma give it to they ass when they up in their pajamas
Got big dollars,
My bitch need Prada
We be countin' commas
dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My
it like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
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