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 Rate Big Tymers
Artist : Big Tymers Featuring Lac
Song : Big Tymers
[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
Off top,
playboy
Look here
These lil' young jive
motherfuckers just jumpin' off the
porch
[B.G.]
Let me at
'em
[Baby]
Better catch they
motherfuckin' cut, nigga
Look, this block is
mine
And I don't need these niggas playin'
with our hoes
'Cause they're my hoes (say,
playboy)
I done fucked the whole block
already, ya understand
[B.G.]
We don't
even want you comin' 'round no
more
[Baby]
Bitch-ass nigga, catch your
cut
We got this shit,
wodie
[B.G.]
Gotta hustle
{verse
1}
[Baby + (B.G.)]
Back where I started on
my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the
passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under
my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My
lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For
sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of
crack
The bricks look the same, but them
youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope
smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared
that's why they be snappin' (What?)
Callin'
the law look (?)
I told the young nigga to
learn the mack
Poppin' two,
shor-tay
[B.G.]
Four in the
mack
[Baby + (B.G.)]
We hard-headed
head bustas
We don't give a fuck - untamed
motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young
motherfucker (What?)
My mind went dead
(What?)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My
brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You
lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid
(Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was
said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?),
chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope
and ounces and shit
We drive Bentley's and
Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two
Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights
(What?)
(?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans
and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with
a-thousand a bet (For sure)
(Hook2x
[B.G.])
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them
niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where
your family sleep, too
Big Tymers - they thug,
too
Them niggas sell drugs, too
They don't
just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust,
too
[Mannie Fresh +
(B.G.)]
What?
Now, I know you been waitin',
playa, all night long (For what?)
For me to
say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song
(What?)
Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck
that bitch (Fuck her)
Y'all know who I'm
talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat
up)
They want (?) with a nigga when your money
come right (For real?)
When shit get bad, them
hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed
the broad and he passed her to Juvy
(What?)
Baby got the bitch, and he put her in
a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey
say, "The bitch ate it."
Our two D.J.'s say,
"The bitch can't be faded."
Once again, it's
on
The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then
what?)
Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we
left her alone
Then the sharks, nigga
(Sharks?)
Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the
sharks, nigga)
Fucked the bitch in her ass in
the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
I don't
know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to
him
Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch:
Kim
(Hook [B.G.])
Big Tymers don't
trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After
they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll
shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
They
don't brown-nose
They think they all that,
they got the whole clique down them
hoes
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big
Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished
with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big
Tymers - they toss hoes
Them niggas don't
brown-nose
They think they all that, they got
the whole clique down them
hoes
[Lac]
What, what, what,
We put
diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings,
and
necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and
chains, and
twenty's on Bentley's, and
Prowlers, and Jaguars
Cadillac's, and Benzes,
and Beamer's, and fast cars
Houses and
mansions with marble and mink
floors
Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass
doors
Hoes say they love me, but friendships
don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up
from shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't
on the chest, the body is still tatted
Ride or
die for CMR - get outta line, get
battered
Lil' Wheezy more platted
Baby
mouth platted
Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them
sharks - they all gatted
My watch thirty
karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy
Rappers,
while you're hatin' your car, we now have
it
(?) we move packages, (?) jack it
Man
stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his
jackin'
Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just
like me:
A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a
Mannie Fresh beat
And I swear under my shirt,
June Miami heat
Around my neck with some
fingers'll last 'til January
(Hook3x
[B.G.])
Big Tymers stunt very hard
Drive
the finest cars
Big Tymers got that
work
Got a Impala, and got it hard
Big
Tymers - they live in lavish
Neck and the
wrist is platted
Every kind of diamond that
they got, them niggas have
it
[B.G.]
For sure, nigga (For sure,
nigga)
B.G. and the fam'
If you gotta be a
B.T.
([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.)
A
H.B.
([B.] Ya understand)
Ya
understand
Ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go
get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me,
yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
Boy, you're
blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me,
yeah
([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy)
Lil'
Wheezy
([B.] To then B.Geezy)
To then
B.Geezy, to O.Geezy
How you love that
And
it's all good, nigga (It's all good,
nigga)
([B.] Get your mind right)
Get your
mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here
(Been doin' this here)
Since '92,
nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't
easy)
([B.] Been stun'n)
Been
stun'n
([B.] Repped out like a
motherfucker)
Number-one stunna,
nigga
([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga)
The
world's number-one stunna, and the world's best
producer, nigga
The Big Tymers
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