Stuntastic lyrics

Artist  : Big Tymers Featuring B.G. & Lil Wayne 
Song : Stuntastic
 


[B.G.]
What's happenin', nigga
B.Geezy,
Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers,
nigga
You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya
heard me

(Bling, -ling, -ling)
You know
me and my clique stand out
It's bling-a-ling
every time we stick our hand out
Eyes can't
take it - motherfuckers turn they head
around
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too,
look like a glass house
Man, that ice the
motherfucker
Don't forget the whip -
twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system,
Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
Everyday of the
week I be jumpin' in somethin'
different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be
switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to
lay my stunt down
Come 'round the corner once,
leave, switch up, come back around
You know
how it go down on a Sunday uptown
Wrist
hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top
down
Later on that evenin', corner pocket off
the chain
But I advise you: don't come around
without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out
and believe they be jackin'
But they know I'm a
made nigga - I still be stuntastic

(Hook -
2x [B.G.])
It's stuntastic
Straight out the
plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is
off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money
gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess
cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

[Baby]
I
ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot
shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top
shit
I be stun'n
Step in the club and buy
the vault
I know them hoes be lookin' - that's
why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be
the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me
Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know who I am
You
know Cash Money my fam'
Who else could it be
with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
Rockin'
that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in
front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy
wear
Glock on my side - you know we ain't
gettin' checked at the door
Get outta line, we
leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
Back to
the coffee cup and drop the ice
Shake it
up
When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes
up
Like I said last time: I don't need no
introduction
I'm the number-one when it come
down to the stun'n

(Hook - 2x
[B.G.])
It's stuntastic
Straight out the
plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is
off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money
gifted
It's very hard to look at these
princess cuts 'cause they be
glistenin'

[Mannie Fresh]
Lil' one, I
been paid
Two-thousand-ten escalade
Did I
tell you how the seats made
Crocodile and mink
suede
I touch y'all niggas' arms with
candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes
fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em
whoppers
I could take the ugliest bitch and
turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass
track and have that bitch bumpin'
Nigga,
Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
I got one
diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole
future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the news?
I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom
bride and give that hoe the blues
My neck on
another level
My life on another
level
Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga,
I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch,
please
My bank account
Hercules

[B.G.]
It's, zero, zero, zero,
comma, zero, (comma),
stop (stop), freeze
(freeze)

[Mannie Fresh]
Whatever you
got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had
it
It's just in my life and my nature and my
way to be stuntastic

(Hook - 3x
[B.G.])
It's stuntastic
Straight out the
plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is
off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money
gifted
It's very hard to look at these
princess cuts 'cause they be
glistenin'

[B.G.]
Nigga,
We
ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
Baby,
Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
You dig
Stun'n 'til
we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more,
nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no
motherfuckin' more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we
can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
From
Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars
to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and
then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to
baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they
got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya heard
me
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on
lock
How you love that
Baby, Mannie Fresh -
they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol
under my shirt, nigga
Yeah slip up if you
want
You get put sixty feet under the dirt,
nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money