Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Fella, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Monsterifik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Big Fella |
| Shit |
| Don’t tell us we don’t know what the fuck we doing |
| Hahah |
| Shout out my OG |
| Big Scoob, nigga |
| They ain’t fuckin with this |
| When I come through stompin in KC |
| With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella |
| I’m rollin with my |
| In case you disrespect, big fella |
| I let my nuts hang, I let my chain hang |
| Hang my chain from my nuts, let them both swang |
| Man I still bang |
| It’s a hood thing |
| It’s do or die, and I’m a rider for this feald gang |
| I know I’m old, man |
| But it’s still in my vanes |
| I’ll be your rider, suicider, till I meet a flame |
| Can’t tell me nothing |
| Big Fella’s untamed |
| You talkin greezy when we meet, I get to busting |
| I’m out the gutter, man |
| I love the gutter lane |
| Need that butter, look no further, got that butter, man |
| I bet I won’t sing |
| Like these suckers, man |
| No biddniss in this square pitch, tryna shuffle cane |
| Made and fucked the game |
| With all this ratting, man |
| These rap bastards is the reason why I rap again |
| I guess some good came |
| I get to mo they brains |
| Of all these youngings out here funking, we control the game |
| When I come through stompin in KC |
| With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella |
| I’m rollin with my |
| In case you disrespect, big fella |
| Look forward to the little bitch |
| Still on that gutter shit |
| You don’t have to show me, man, I know just what I’m coming with |
| Heavy like a ton of bricks |
| Now I’m on some stunner shit |
| Bricks up out the kitchen, whippin, man, I wanted this |
| Plus I hit them wonder licks |
| Back out on some hthunder shit |
| Hit the dope, grab this doe, he trickin with a thunder bitch |
| Signed to Strange, they summond this |
| Told me he was hungry, fed the homie with a ton of chips |
| Got me back on rapping shit |
| Still known for snapping quick |
| Call me Wayne Brady, man, don’t make me have to slap a bitch |
| Homie I was built for this |
| Born into this gutter shit |
| Daddy was a hustler, my mama was his bottom chick |
| Climbed out the bottom pit |
| Now I’m at the top of this |
| Homie this is loanly, I’m heading to the block with this |
| Told you ain’t no stopping this |
| Watch me make them rock to this |
| Travis, I’m a savage, boy, I bet you’ll get your gwop for this |
| When I come through stompin in KC |
| With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella |
| I’m rollin with my |
| In case you disrespect, big fella |
| Said I come through stomping in my KC |
| Reppin Killa City in it |
| Imma show you how to get it |
| I was raised in the show me state |
| Shown how to get the cake |
| When we spent it in the middle |
| Plus I’m moving state to state |
| Northern to the southern states |
| Bet they say Big Fella straight |
| Nebrasca used to feed they face |
| Kanzis used to break the case |
| Up and down the interstate |
| Hustling niggas all relate |
| 29 and 35, back and fourth to paper chace |
| That’s the way I run my race |
| Heaven sent for heaven sake |
| Made it through and now I’m straight |
| Had the ways to fill my plate |
| Better days, make no mistake |
| I’m still hungry for the cake |
| Hustler in me, can’t escape |
| Born and raised to paper chace |
| Music sails gon hold the case |
| So Monsterifik gon be great |
| Breaking records out the gate |
| Greatness I anticipate |
| Now the faded escolate |
| Something that you can’t equate |
| Knees shaking, make you quake |
| Then I set you suckers straight |
| When I come through stompin in KC |
| With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella |
| I’m rollin with my |
| In case you disrespect, big fella |