a nigga smoke n maintain That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me [Hook] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]
From the ocean comes a notion That the real eyes lies in rhythm And the rhythm of vision is a dancer From the lookin' come the seeing One with real eyes
source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe
, old school on them big boys, 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise, Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a
Want to try and take it from me, hater come on down (c'mon!) Built for business, and God as my witness Have you running a country mile and not for
ive seen in that one day"... (Mad Child) It's a wonderful thought, that I could take one road And end up in L.A. when it's time to take a load off my
'm a turn you to a paraplegic Please don't push my back against the wall, wall You violate my team I'm going off, off I'm a Warrior I'm a Warrior Yo
that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture Afro, big shish
mine Have big work to move but we served the small time I always out shined the niggas with small minds Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time
tips in the tip cup Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree Make a chick take it off like
Verse 1:] Look I dun traveled all over the globe, different countries, different area codes. Whether its shooting movies or rock the show, I mean I meet a
lethal I'm everyday people, you want me superhero Big as a redwood, or small as a bonsai I'm a fungi/fun-guy, but anyway come test me, gon' die No
times, what was in style, what's goin' on now 'Cause it has been a while Makeba, honey, girlfriend Left in a whirlwind, put a brother in a tailspin Just twirlin', had a
you call it bedrock lace front, long lashes looking for a trap star now every nigga in the ghetto he thinkin he a rap star fully automatic stick out a town a
stop, and neither would a chrome Glock I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meetin
" But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin', "Na, na, na, na, na" I'm a cash deala', a No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga, fast nigga, ain't the last
nigga Bitches cut school to get with the boy Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy, it's big pimpin' here Big lobster, big shrimp in here, big mobsters, big
a sound (grabs his sack and leaves) [THUY] And as for you Come with me [KIM] NO There is a secret That you don't know There is a force here I never