Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Bigg, artist - MJG. Album song Classic Pimpin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2018
Record label: PUSH MANAGEMENT
Song language: English
Mr. Bigg |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see? |
| My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me |
| My job at Micky D’s was fuckin' me with no grease |
| I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased |
| I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga |
| Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, nigga |
| I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen |
| Damn I was nervous, but my fear didn’t stop my strollin' |
| Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck |
| I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked |
| Reachin' for my Glock, some nigga kicked me in my chest |
| My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death |
| I woke up at the med still woozy from the jackin' |
| Duprano walked in, he told me what had happened |
| I knew him from the hood, I did not know him well |
| He drove a red Jag, I heartd that he was bale |
| He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress |
| He said he killed them motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC |
| He offered me a job, said he’d front me what I needed |
| I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my gig |
| I put it all on the line, and ain’t no time to renege |
| I had dreams as a kid of one day movin' the bricks |
| Bad chicks in the mansion with cameras watchin' the crib |
| I called my big bro Duprano, and now I live like Soprano |
| I got my hands on them keys, I’m tryna work the piano |
| I used to watch on TV, but now I’m on every channel |
| God granted my wishes, just like I blew out a candle |
| It’s my birthday, you bitches, and on the turf I’m that nigga |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but Mr. Big just got bigger |
| I grew up on that jam ball, I scratched my CD and all |
| Screamin' out Mr. Big and cuffin' a key of raw |
| Passin', I’m laughin', cool air with you motherfuckers |
| Cheeto Gambine, I’m Mr. Big to you motherfuckers |
| Top order cribs, a million dollar garages |
| Top pack on Hebrew, tuxedos and hard bottles |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |
| (But not because of my size) |
| Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big |