Big Bodies lyrics

Artist  : Roy Jones Jr 
Song : Big Bodies



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intro: old school,lacs,delta 88's,box chevy
caprices,monte carlos.







hook:big bodies ridin on twos and fours boss hogg
and slammin big body doors,old school box chevys
and lacs 88's with the room in the back so wathcu
swangin in (x2)







verse one: box chevy caprices creepin on crome
d's,they 17's but i keep my spokes clean,wood
grain on the wheel,wood grain on the dash,peanut
butter guts,wit a peanut butter rag.15's in the
trunk,doin pricey in the back,ten clear coats a
dat candy on factory black.no flakes in my
paint,no flippin for me..i like it simple,so
fresh and so clean,swangin from left to
right,leanin, mean muggin foos,trunk rattlin like
a snake till my woofers blow,i like my volume
loud, i like my bass deep, i like my tweeters
tweakin..so u can hear da beat,around the corna u
hear my on the other street,but let me warn ya its
murda in them backseats,thats how i ride foo,so
take a ride w/ me cause when im gone its hard for
yall to come and git me.







hook:(x2)







verse 2:look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black
tint,black paint and make way for the young
pimp,old school trues and foes,and im good theres
somethin in the trunk and somethin under the
hood,never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg,u can
come holla hoe,git in my passenger seat,and this
ain't your moms car so when you gittin in.. wipe
your feet,my interior imported come from another
country,no head in the front seat u know how much
this cost me,you lucky you ain't sittin on
plastic,and you betta not fart or you gittin your
ass kicked,take pride in my ride, i love her like
a child im rollin up the avenue and them bitches
are like WWWOOOW,but i don't pay em attention im
rollin up to my nizzles like....







hook:(x2)







verse 3:check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3
different cars,i payed for em,ima drive all them
muh fuckas,i gotta have that boom,cause women
love to knock,turn it up and i betcha i'll make
that pussy pop,i gotta h2,the 24's turnin,ima
stunna,so you gunna smell that rubba burnin,i got
a need for speed i keeps dual exhaust.you hear
that big truck commin nigga whos the boss,don't
git caught up in the paint i picked cause i'll
flip it in a minute,nigga money ain't shit.i
shine harder then the average star,niggas might
hate me but they love my car,lovin the way i sit
on 24's and blow,cruisin through the hood like im
pushin the love boat,sittin behind tint,like one
of them presidents,and its evident anything else
is irrelavent,if it ain't....







hook (x2)