Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Wide, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Open Wide |
Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS |
and invited y’all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG? |
Didn’t need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN |
Now they thankin I’m disturbed, believe me I’m QUITE SANE |
See we managed to find them flows somehow it’s EASY Y’ALL |
Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT |
Go 'head take it off, I won’t tell yo’daddy baby |
I always had game but I’ve been extra savvy lately |
You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram |
Folks who ain’t heard the news say, Look at Andy, God damn |
That must be renowned fam cause I ain’t even got a Dodge |
But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage |
I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama’s veins |
that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain |
So I’m handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry |
Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE |
Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE |
Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE |
Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE |
It’s what? |
OPEN WIDE! |
It’s what? |
OPEN WIDE, whoa! |
Now shit’s, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang |
Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine |
Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz |
But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up How could, I bring this so raw? |
Pack up, sing your shit on law |
You mad? |
Well then that’s yo’loss; |
that’s why, yo’bitch is on toss |
Drink up, if you really wanna run, y’all wild like Timmy on the drums |
They know, not to get me on the rum |
Four-fifth, that is heavy when I’m done |
Y’all want me to bust? |
Y’all sure y’all want me to bust? |
I’m in the zone to bust — goin adjust to the home of the fuss |
Am I versatile? |
Probably the best y’all heard in a while |
Have mercy child — don’t just shake it twerk it with style |
Don’t y’all love when I talk? |
How I sell it the way it was bought |
The way I was taught — really I fought this battle for naught |
And in conclusion — let me say that I’m on yo’side |
To hell with Bubba — now show your pride and OPEN WIDE |
I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law |
Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved |
So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y’all |
Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar? |
Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall |
And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all |
Help me y’all, if her closet is too small |
for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra |
I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off |
I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that’s large |
So I’m, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars |
Don’t care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard |
Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension |
Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen |
Got my streets, on a mission; |
got my corners with they trickin |
There’s no fam in this business — came in too fast (sorry) |