Lyrics:
out here touching road like a semi truck
If you ain't been to ten countries you ain't seen enough
Shotta AP baby I'm a big deal
Skirt marks on the road
and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a whole chicken? Mack 10's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't
Driving big wheels only, 4x4
Yeah, 4x4, 4x4
I done break that shit on two by two that's four
I been takin' that shit too real now I bust that door
I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy, I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might get you a ten
hard to plan it (But what?)
But what I say is set in stone like the Ten Commandments (Facts!)
See this last year I learned to always live in the present
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
in ya zone
Big Dust we lost touch see you when you get home
And my man Stan just got back from doing ten
On some bullshit now his ass is back up again
the lord Gonna cut you away from the evil of this world Just like an umbilical cord
Gotta follow the 10 commandments
But you got mandem worrying about
figures, big riches (What?)
Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
Black sixes cruise by with
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
leather African pennants
Say that your with the spirit, follow the Ten Commandments
Mad Mixmaster said, "Now can ya spin it?" Say NOW!!
[Chorus]
[Big
you know I'm the boss
7 am yeah you know we on go
That's that big drip yeah
You know we on the way
My nigga been grinding
Since 10 by the way
Bro you
She want money and clothes dats a fact
A big house and ring but she don't know how to act
Paid bills and thrills and that's a fact
Better know how
misbehaving
Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven
The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeyin'
Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses)
Ride with us (The whole
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey
(Mack 10)
What?
(Baby)
Hmm-hmm
(Mack 10)
You reday to tell `em
(Baby)
Listen tell `em about you fresh
Hook
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
big white cups
Man, they doin' it mayne and 10 years plus, mayne
Dedicated to that boy Screw, my boy Fat Pat, boy Big Steve
My boy Big Melo rest in
for a meet and greet
Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me
But the trunk pack ten, so I never played collegiately
Big 12-gauge to WAC
and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
I had a couple more to go but oh no
Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
So I kicked out
I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy, I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might get you a ten
your b*tch Big Meat
She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week uhhhhh
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix,
mi bi ti Pepe
Won fe run mi bi ti Pepe
Won fe run mi bi ti Pe
I’m BIG, Notorious
By any means, I’m victorious
Rocking Camou made by Louis Vuitton
tell em get this crack and get the fuckawayfrommehoe!
Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big
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