Big Man
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be
A big man some day, you got
Uh pizzle!
Oh, Val Jones hit it
I'm a fool for this baby
Apparently that's what'chu suppose to
Say to the producers
I'm a be getting on the song
You okay with this one, ha ha
Aye
Coming to the stage is a motherfucka
Cold as the South Pole
They say "Hi!"s mouth don't
Look right without gold
He make hit's that'll knock a nigga out cold
Known as the sellout
Rocking them sold out shows
Born rich in the brain
Only game you got left is to get to the fame
You getting me mayne?
He never stick to the same, ol' same ol'
Have a nigga leanin' and rockin'
Like he was Fabo (OH)
But now the case close
Ain't no one-hit wonder here, mu'fucker
The first 48 gone
I need a case load of paseo chips
Somebody pass me the queso dip
Or the keg goin' flip
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playing in the street gonna be
A big man some day, you got
You know me, so you know that
If you listening to this
That mean you on crack
Head to the back, back of the whip
Chauffeur catch a contact officer stitch
Muthafucka it's the mista' 'have we kill em'
Put the Timber in the lake and
Make it cry me a river
Get-get-get paid, no pain, no no gain
Know how to make the shit grow: Rogaine
Propane when I step in the mic booth
Crew clean like a white suit in a white coupe
When you look in the mirror
It don't like you
And Imma keep it on the low: 5'2"
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be
A big man some day, you got