Lyrics:
MAKE A MOVE
By Big Ace the King
Ft. Queen P, Larry Thomas, LRS
WRITTEN & PRODUCED by ANTHONY THOMAS
INTRO:
YEAH , PUT MY MIC ON-
IT IS TIME
(Willcox)
This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you
Where's my lunch?
Where's my fucking lunch?
Big big tears
By
me.
My Power, Power, I’m coming your way. I’m a Prowler, Prowler, causing mele.
I Tower, Tower, I Brings it All Day. I Brings it All Day.
Verse 1:
Oh
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
like a whole pound
Kush cologne, haze is her perfume
Bubba kush for breakfast, with my captain crunch
I smoke ten blunts before lunch
No that sounds
'Twas an afternoon in a wet July
Oh I was hungry and I was dry
And in a pub called The Ivy Bunch
The landlord served me a ploughman's lunch
Landlord
ty znova, proč by si si chtěla hrát?
Dám ti všechno na světě, co jen ti můžu dát, yeah (Thomas Crager)
Každej den, každej sen, podle nich zajímavej
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
throwed off ever since I was a toddler
Baptized by fire
But that was after the water
Holy Spirit take the lead
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Oh Father can you
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
please her
Mona Lisa, my Mona Lisa
Oh baby gyal jus whine for me Her butty big and soft
I like when she come give me
dirty dance for me
Say she want it
tailored by the King
Drip different when I walk
I'm serving up these rappers, I might go eat them for lunch
This designer flow, yeah I call that Saint
petticoat, easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
All down the way Thomas Street, down to the levy
The sunlight was gone,
business suits
That talk and walk on human feet
And visit doctors, have weak knees
Oh please let me join your cult
I'll paint my face in your colors
We'll
been too long since we dreamed about that land of
california, the general chicago home sweet home
and thursday's oh so sad except the water ritual.
be with us
Don't children always tell the truth
I never paid no attention anytime
I passed one by oh but now I say a prayer
Because now I know why
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
they fake
I need my diamonds like get out my way
I need them diamonds and stars on the roof
I knew you was fake from the start, oh
Now you wanna play my
Paul?
And my wife is all like "no, that ain't Paul,
Now tell me, who's this Paul?
She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me
I sat
petticoat, easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe
All down the way Thomas Street, down to the levy
The sunlight was gone,
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
And we kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer but all he
BIG DcWG by Big cce The King
Written by cnthony Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
CHORUS:
ITS THE BIG DcWG
THE THE PLcCE-
BIG cCE BONDED TOGETHER
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