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(Hook - David Banner) Repeat 2x
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1 - David Banner) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high fuck 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease Fuck it bitch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherfucker Until it's breakin' up I told yall bitches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators Fuck all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my nigga That's how we live (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)) -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car (Hook) Repeat 2x (Lil Flip - Talking) (David Banner) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
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David Banner
Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (3x) Lil Flip Like a Pimp David Banner Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x) Lil Flip Like a pimp David Banner Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x) Lil Flip By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the flo' Niggas dressed in suits Tricking all they dough Me I'm a pimp I ain't paying for no sex Man I'd rather buy a car Or a new Rolex Cause I got street fame So hoes flock like birds I got one hoe in the range And another in the surbs' When I hit the club Imma be wit David Banner A thug ass nigga Wit bad table manners We act bad (my nigga what is y'all saying) Like when we walk inside clubs Niggas hold they gal's hand Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night How could yo gal leave me And be wit you all night But it's all right Cause you know we don't kiss Like Too $hort said Bitches ain't shit I tried to told ya That most girls really freaks And dis is how they gotta Make they money every week (Chorus: repeat 4x) Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) Like a pimp David Banner Step into club looking just like a pimp We got cash so we screaming out "shake something bitch" This is your song Tell the DJ put it on Micheal Tyler made you shake Sisqo made you show your thong Bitch I'm dead wrong The playa from the crib So get out on the flo' And girl get it how you live And since you so hot (hot) Then show yo pussy lips You go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip Bitch don't trip Ain't a damn thang changed I still love my queen But bitches keep me to the game So if you gotta hoe Shake 'em up and let em go uhh And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo' Like a Pimp (Chorus) Lil Flip Now don't you hate them ole' Lying ass hoes Smiling in your face Wearing her best friends clothes I suppose They like the way me and Banner pimp You can catch us at Poppa Do's Eating steak and shrimp David Banner Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up Flip whipping Cali trucks Guls licking my nuts We some south side pimps And we ain't giving a fuck Fuck yo gul up in the throat And make her swallow the nut Lil Flip We make em Swallow the nut so Follow the truck Lil Flip and David Banner We got all of the bucks and All of they sluts and All of the hoes So drop it like it's hot girl Touch yo fucking toes Oohh David Banner Gone touch yo toes and Make me a roll and Gone hit the mall And buy me some clothes mayne And if yo boy trip Imma bust a clip Y'all bitches can't fuck wit me And Lil Flip Lil Flip Nigga Nigga, Nigga Yea nigga This for the real money makin' niggas out there you know Get yo mother fucking money Don't worry bout the next nigga Get yo mother fucking money Get yo mother fucking money nigga Uh get your money money Money money |
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(David Banner - Intro)
It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time To get yall punk bitches straight First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch Countin' my money like you a hoe Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!) You punk ass bitch Fuck em' Static OOHH! (Chorus - Static) Repeat 2x We Ridin' (Big Bodies) With (T.V.'s) V-12's (V-12's) (S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up (Verse 1 - David Banner) We got uhh Big cadillac With yo bitch in the back Hold my dick in her mouth While I pack em' a stack She gimme ya riches While you yap bout yo gold It's on my cars (Ha, Ha) That bitch bought me a boat See she bought me a car And it's lookin' like yours Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors I got wood on my wheel And I'm bustin' my steel I fucked yo main bitch (Nigga) How does it feel? (Chorus) (Verse 2 - David Banner)(Lady Singing) Yall talk shit while we still winning She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin' Then I bust up the block The system that knocks I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot (Diamond in the back, the sunroof top) (Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops) Fuck that sangin' my nigga We can chop up them pigs Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed (Chorus) (David Banner - Outro) If ya ride around town in his truck Put his keys in the air and crank it up (Repeat 2x) And if that boy got wood on the wheel Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel (Repeat 2x) Now Crank It Up (Repeat 5x) YEAH! here" |
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| 6. |
| 4:19 |
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David Banner
Chorus: Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x) Rap: Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy. You looking good when you up in the Caddy?we comin' down. (Uh) Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck?Mistress. screamin' now. (Oh) Name the pot for me; Later on you can gone ride on top of me. Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the ‘Lac. Keep the block and bread?daddy a stack. It's like that! Chorus: Rap: I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak. She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, the butt-cheek. She got gold in her mouth; Always hollerin' about the South. If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!) It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you, They way you come through the crib when the night is through. And go down, say this' what they loving us… Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how… Chorus: Bridge: She looks so good when she came to me. Said, “Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!?? Put it like this, you can suck my peter, Or, even go home cause I really don't need her! I like girls that'll pop it all night for me. And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me. And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo, She be poppin' in the club ‘til it's time to go. Rap: (Uh) Then, it's straight to the ‘Lac, Screaming, “Bitch better gimme my scratch?believe that!?? If the boy started trippin?it's click-clack! Pimp, grabbing my hand like they the Mack. (From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp.) It's all love… Coming back for you boy back of the club When it's over, then maybe you get a hug! Chorus: Pop that thang girl Pop that thang for me (3x) Yeah Yeah Pop that thang |
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| 4:20 |
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In this biatch
Hit that I'm f**ked up Shit YEAHH All the soldiers stand up...my lord............ My lord...... YEAH <Chorus> My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind. This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please let my people be free who fightin' off over seas for a man who don't give a f**k who steals slaves Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave Goin' down a new world order got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter I'm in the east coast I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water and my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter <Chorus> I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a f**k about nothing mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go I gives a f**k about a hoe give me dough my nuda my acres bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker patty cake patty cake bakers man give me land I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn <Chorus> Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast another day in the high feelin' goody good still the same ole weed mane it's understood pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for something busted in me pussy niggas trip but I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side losin' my mind <Chorus> YEAH YEAH Yea south side nigga ahhh Shit what you talkin' about nigga You know what I'm saying all the time nigga Memphis 10, Mississippi South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout |
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(feat. Scarface)
(Intro: David Banner talking) Yo mo' (more) I went to see a friend of mine the other day Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk) She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide" Yeah, okay But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!" Fucking snitch, bitch-ass You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high) Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more) Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches) (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) I done lost my love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets) The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game (game) Niggaz don't even act the same I'll never lose my love for the streets Cause the streets got love for me (me) (Verse 1: David Banner) I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh) Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!) Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out? I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00) Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind Four ten (4:10) Put some dro in the wind then Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone Tell she if a nigga get busted Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost) Shit cocked and blast Put some lead in a motherfucker fast Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that) Or get that in ya motherfucking ass (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (Verse 2: Scarface) Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga fellin' boxed in I was slangin' in my socks then On the corner flippin' 20's Tryin' to turn em into 50's On the ten speed right in front of walk in It's no hood where I came from Where a nigga got his game from Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one To pull a strap out my backpack Cock the hammer back (clack!) Duck and get ya brains hung And shake the cop up when the block clear Cause the drama doesn't stop here Gotta watch for ya own peers Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie, maintain Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg Or you'll get offset and this a cold game And snitch-niggaz never last long So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on Took the pledge on my own hand Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations) (Outro: David Banner) I done lost, yeh |
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| 4:07 |
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Chorus:
Aint no tellin where i might be i got places to go, and people to see aint no tellin where i end up i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck aint no tellin where i might go coast to coast or just next door but..i gots to go. verse: roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt then heard a duh duh duh duh what chya baby mama want? nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball "heard you fucked my baby mama last night?" "nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker. chorus verse 2: my job takes me outta town, all expense paid wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away its seems easy..weed, women, and wine four hours of sleep is all u get now its time to tally hoe to the show "ayy yo yo let it go" bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe and get back in the van with some titties in hand let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar cant get attached, i have a plane to catch i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back "yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go" chorus verse 3: yeaa its the game of the chili circuit i might tendin in it im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it aint no pretending it dont make no world move same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck 6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight like its the worst night of your life to me its just another night i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne chorus |
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Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa is on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Though it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is going to spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas |
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| 1:34 |
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| 3:04 |
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(Intro: Mannie Fresh)
Treat your throwback chicks right Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too Every chick that I used to like Done turned dike And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig And every chick that I used to love (ohh!) Done turned to drugs But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm so in love with you (and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby) I'm in love with you (and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) (ohh!) (Verse 1: David Banner) I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up House smelling like some piss you was there for me Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me In a bucket we would mash out When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me And you did when they came to the crib You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows And its cool cause you helped me through school '95 selling weed in baton rough And you stayed strong with a pimp trick Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new The world against us all along us two All the shit I done took you through I'm a grown man now (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was gone Fuck a nice home When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha) You were there when the times were hard You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god And if I die momma swallow the pain I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins Let it flow free, let it kill me But its on, and the way we ridding caddies Screaming out lil jones (Chorus) |
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haaa...
haa... wheres monica lewinski?......(hello, hello) shes right here...(right here)hahahaha.... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 1 David Banner: oh my gosh is it him? hell yeah its david banner.. daddy im from mississippi but i moved to atlanta... from the bronx to the queens v12's sittin clean im dipped in candy painted punk u pissed 'cause u aint tvs in this thang watch the falcons play the saints. 10s for my friends, 15s for my foes sterrin wheel, hella drill man this thangs a half a mill just to see chickin head now tell me what ya feel.. cow hide thats right, now im back to the lab me and bone on the slab ??? lets stab... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 2 Bone Crusher: regals, cadilacs, woodgrains, and leather. alright, on my thang call my crusher keep ridin them dubz cant tell me wutz up them country boys come down here and turned it out and then i got em on the floor and made em scream and shout i show my belly and it shake just like jelly... i know yall ready... everybody in this place please get on down as i walk walk walk walter on your tiny town... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 3 David Banner: im ridin dirry on lynch rims be 20 inch callin mr. grinch 'cause i let em ride my inch dont yall know about me, im a bad mama jam oh a bad mama jama i guess we be da bomb give me the head, body, the torso, ??. cows and goats walk around where we from.. forever on the grind, like polish wine, and we gunna keep you ridin ?? every time...hahahaha! |
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| 4:28 |
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Big boy
Big boy Big boy [CHORUS:] I said give me two pair I need two pair So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones Stompin' in my air force ones [Nelly:] I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em [Kyjuan:] Now if you looked And seen lime green Forces and kiwi You couldn't get this color (If) You had a personal genie You now I keeps it hip-hop My niggas flip flop Yea my Force Ones and tip-top Now form a flip-flop [Ali:] I like the limited edition The khaki and army green Patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings Size twelve with the strap Red and white with a cardinal cap All flavors well it just depend on when and where I am at [Murphy Lee:] Don't get me Don't get me wrong man And Murphy lee ain't dumb, man 'cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man You may not have three or four but you got one, man [CHORUS x2] [Murphy Lee:] We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those Ten and-a-half and if you got 'em give me two of those I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee befo' 'cause she just standin' thurr as if I'm shootin' free throws I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes She said I love you Murph especially in the white and blue I said the white and blue sound nice Make it twice And I signed her autograph "Thanks for the advice" [Ali:] Yo, I keep it real, dirty Dirty, you know how I do Purple and gold with the Lakers The Broncos the orange and blue I like 'em floppy with ankle socks Lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go And the hot summer flow Then its back to the all purpose with them lil' dots in the toe And nuttin' Stoppin' this dough That I'm spending fa' sho' On them Nike Air Force N E behind the O [Kyjuan:] O K Li I treat my shoe like my ride Chrome on the fat laces and put wood on the inside Spray candy on the swoosh With the electric poofs Fixin' put kit on the sole now I got a whiter shoe (ooh) You see that low mid skittle purple poof, I'm drivin' 'em (Kyjuan, were you getting them colors? Are you dyin' them?) Ten is my size in them No point in tyin' them Ain't no point in tryin' these on They know I'm buyin' 'em [Nelly:] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like white on whites Them three quarters...them lows, they all tyte The only problem: they only good for one night 'cause once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night Whats my basis? The look on sto owner's faces This kids outrageous hes buyin' 'em by the cases 'cause once I cop 'em I gut 'em and switch the laces They all purpose, ya heard me, kinda like my datin's [CHORUS x2] [Kyjuan:] I wore spurs at first Now it's tape on them Damn, when those come out? So I write the date on them These Louis Vaton Ones? You gotta wait on them I had to get em early so I spent mo' cake on thm [Murphy Lee:] Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man While Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands Jewelry and all (Who Wilin'?) Fish bowl in the mall (I got some fifteens...) Security buyin' shoes and all [Nelly:] Now sometime I get 'em free Sometime I gotta pay Walk in the mall and they now what I'm 'bout to say Gimme the black, and the platinum, and leather gray Ones in the back and the pair you got on display [Ali:] Now in da boxes were I keep mine You should peep mine Maybe once or twice But never three times I'm just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes But cant' nothin' compare to a fresh, crispy, white pair of the [CHORUS x2] Big boy Big boy Big boy |
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