Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Big Kuntry KingDate of issue: 29.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| Good evening ladies and gentleman, this is Ryan Depressed |
| Out here at the Grand Hustle, Grand Hustle album release party |
| For some guy, I have no idea who the fuck this nigga is |
| But it’s gon get me closer to T.I., so I guess I gotta do it |
| Matter fact, here he come right here |
| Wassup man, what’s ya name man |
| Big Kuntry |
| I ain’t ask ya how big ya was |
| I’m just sayin' who are you |
| Oh that’s ya name |
| Oh okay cool, so um what’s goin' on |
| Wait, what’s your name again, big, what |
| I’ll just call you T.I. |
| friend |
| Aye check this out T.I. |
| friend |
| T.I. |
| friend, how can I get down wit T.I., |
| Huh? |
| This about you |
| You don’t realize no one gives a fuck, about you |
| Man gon take yo ass in there, gon head wit ya little show ya finna do |
| This bitch is packed though |
| Goddamn you got a lot of people at this motherfucker |
| You must have done told 'em you know T.I., |
| You done put out a myspace flash, and say hey T.I. |
| gon be here |
| Where T.I. |
| at? |
| he ain’t here, what? |
| This all for you, I don’t believe this shit |
| I’ma have to go in here myself to see this shit |
| You have to show me playa, make a believer out of me |
| Show me it’s your turn to eat |
| Ain’t no dick ridin' money makin' killers here |
| I’m gon keep on killin' shit until a nigga get a mill |
| Niggas talkin' down mayne, say that he ain’t the south |
| Come to the underground, you see them slaves walkin' out |
| Bricks we supplyin' them, bird watchers eyein' em |
| Haters what we iron em, snitches we retire them |
| Ain’t nobody fly as him, I’m picture perfect like HD film |
| Big homie, yeah that be him, niggas try to copy, well that be them |
| My swag rollin' off through they ears, I’m so real when it come this here |
| My fans happy that a gangsta here, real life, trapper |
| These niggas ain’t gangsta, they wanna be best rapper |
| They life ain’t nothin' but microphone, when a real nigga tryna get the grind up |
| Nigga talk shit gettin' clapped up, yeah the trap’ll sound like a audience |
| You already know you ain’t hard to hit, show me you fake, you outta here |
| When it come to the streets my heart is here, on the stage where they want me at |
| Look at the arenas gettin' pack, security, they ain’t movin' back |
| Cause the cocaine I’m spittin' that |
| Damn dawg, that there was tight as shit mayne |
| Nigga you is the next nigga to eat nigga |
| I ain’t tell you I rap did I? |