' to a cold beat Maybe one day girl we can bone so you can brag to all your homies now But I still mess with a big girl, though you ain't fit girl I'
(Big Moe) Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga
all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light charge My predicate status, irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing
if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light charge My predicate status, irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing
nothing about this The Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up like that Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town
your talking about homeboy No one wants to hear that shit Keep it real homeboy I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers My big ass Levis, my big
slow the fuck up Hold the fuck up, shut the fuck up Silence is golden like the Daytons that I'm rolling around the town that I'm patrolling The town I
hoes, and all the plain jane's It don't matter if you're black, white, red, or brown Cause I got enough dick to spread around the town To the little
shake all the trouble from your worried mind Get rhythm when you get the blues Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town
City, really to call it itty bitty Would be an understatement We got big ass, cash, and titties Big pimping working and hurt, the pockets of big tippers Side dippers and big
And now, the wonderous world of Hey, come to Los Angeles You and your family can have peace and tranquility Enjoy the refinement Hey Bone, hey nigga where
you get the blues Get a rock n' roll, feel it in your bones Tap on your toes and just get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues Little shoeshine boy
I'm hustlin' and bustlin' bones Never said it came easy, I'm makin' cheese Buyin' all the things on TV, and gettin' skeezed Wish my homeboys could see me now Little bad motherfucker runnin' wild through the town
Hook x3 [Big Chan] I'm still the greatest I'm pretty I'm still the greatest [Layzie Bone] And i'ma bad man [Big Chan] Hot child in the city
must be, must be, yeah Gotta be mighty Mo Thug (It's got to be, yeah) Now, see me y'all, I got much style Souljah Boy in the house with the big mouth
but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro
is Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks, big timing in a small town Stirring it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone, with a little
But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes Tryin' to get new? You don't work like the two to make hip-hop So you can talk until your big