Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song #1, artist - Big Tymers. Album song Hood Rich, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
#1 |
| All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd |
| And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud |
| Go number 1 |
| Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba |
| Go number 1 |
| Old ig-nant motherfucker |
| Verse 1: (Baby) |
| (Come on, you ridin' this dick) |
| Yo, fuck being a prince |
| I’m the king of the south |
| It’s the birdman daddy stick the gag in ya mouth |
| It’s the, Boss Hog, known Big Dawg |
| The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg |
| You see that, four pound, ga-round, and round |
| Round banana clip and I shut your hood down |
| See I floss like Jewelry (stay broke like Woodie) |
| It’s the number 1 daddy, look for carpet and pully |
| See I shine like feet, 23's for me |
| 24's on the truck and leave on dub streets |
| See I wipe a bitch down |
| Then dribble on the ho |
| And touch her from her head, from her waist to her toe |
| Now buckle up Ma it’s time to ride out |
| G-waggin' daddy, I keeps it down south |
| Escalade truck, in the back, and it’s nasty |
| Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it’s a Caddy |
| Verse 2: (Baby) |
| Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad |
| They jumped in the magazine and showed they ass |
| But it ain’t nothin' but stunna to bust a nigga ass |
| When I jumped off the porch, y’all were still on the grass (Biotch) |
| Nigga gave me a shot and gave me a gun |
| Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun |
| But A, A- the B-I the I-I |
| You motherfucka! |
| (Fucka) |
| Suck a d-iock |
| You Motherfucka! |
| (Fucka) |
| Ba- Ba- Bubba Motherfucka ! |
| Them hoes be sayin' (Women: You a dirty motherfucka) |
| See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome |
| The jewels, the ice, ears, the arm |
| The Fendi, the Louie, the Gucci, the berry |
| The swine, the mink, let’s get it together |
| The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather |
| Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters |
| The guns, the pistol, automatic niggas |
| Ak, nine Glocks, mack 11 niggas |
| It’s the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds |
| You betta understand because these hoes all minors (You better Biotch!) |
| It’s the Ma- Ma- Mannie Mannie Fresh nigga (The fuck with this nigga!) |
| Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western nigga! |
| Spin yo block on 24's nigga |
| Woman: Stunna Stunna |
| Baby: I’m known to havin' hoes nigga! |
| Verse 3: (Baby) |
| I went from, teach to streets, to solvin' this beef |
| Nigga gave me my shot, November the nuts ski |
| Aye aye 19 that is (Woooo) |
| See them tattoo tears |
| See I’m a known deep boy with the dope in the frig |
| It’s me Lac and Stone and all my kids |
| Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig (Woooooo Weeeee!) |
| Jaguar that is |
| See I’m world wide grindin' and I’m tryin' to live |
| You know how it is when you got the kids |
| You gots to go home and get it how you live |
| Ain’t got no money so you pick at eye lids |
| Turn around the corner and you askin' why |
| You fought everybody cause you stupid ass high |
| Asked mom for money you dumb motherfucka (fucka) |
| She find out in jail and you back this summa (summa) |