Lyrics:
Yuh
Yuh yuh
Yuh yuhh
Know we gon stand tall
I'm standing tall (tall)
Got these cuffs on my wrist and they holdin me back Got me feelin like my back
ass
Big titties yeah you know she da baddest
Big bandz yeah I got the balance
Big cup bitch I drink by the gallons
Big woods bitch I smoke by the pound
until we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the nine inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later
the cars pass
And pull off again, speedin' by the summer green grass
And we're like giants up here in our big yellow digger
Like zoids, or transformers,
[Slick Rick]
It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at
Though I definitely
title that we holdin'
Try to rep on that Local 580
You must have been too loaded, too loaded
Too loaded they tried to pull a lil' stunt
On that Local 580
You know that I'm high, I'm pushin' my limits
On cloud nine, I'm flyin' with pigeons
Load up the ride, drive by like it's Wendy's
Big four-five like
Method Man"
[Method Man]
Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads.. what?
Appleheads, what what what?
(Meth-Tical, you know how we do Dunn, yeah
Hit it off you know
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' the chops
(Chops) , I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps
(Opps) , even
I stay on grizzly
Popping tag
Designers
Blow my smoke in cop face since they legalize Marijuana
That thing pokey in pajamas
Think they made
police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
block but we gon slide
Again yea he just dissed on his name now he were remy is
Big chop on holdin bout fifty call dat bitch many men
How u gon die by yo
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
the ice, now she my number one J
Screamin', "Fuck twelve," when we got our middle fingers up
Drop one of us, we drop ten, it's war, what's up?
Big slime
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
you blown back by the Aquarius gage
Like the birthday boy
Throw ya hands up
If you holdin bands
Throw ya hands up
Even the ladies too
Throw ya hands up
bitch
My first time havin' blues in a band, that shit gave me the chills bitch
In a big body benz lil' nigga, this bitch park by itself bitch
Every bitch
MM dROP! Yes indeed
It's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts
And I'm gonna count along with
This girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four
from the trailer feens stole your jewls
and big stretch punched him out his shoes
back then i was taken stashes quick who holdin
that's when every
pocket's gettin' bigger
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung
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