Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Ego's, artist - Dr. Dre.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Ego's |
I got mo’class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? |
Cal-i-for-ni-A |
Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say |
Disconnected from the streets forever |
As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I’m down for whateva |
I roll wit my shit off safety — for niggaz that been hatin me lately |
and the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I’d be in the Aftermath |
Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash |
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. |
started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. |
Like Dub-C I’m rich rollin, pistol holdin |
Pockets swoll nigga, that’s how I’m rollin |
Put the flame to the killer nigga |
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real |
I’m hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches |
See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures |
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers |
I’m cool with eses who got AK’s in cases |
Dedicated to all of those with big ego’s |
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal |
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo’and yank the heezos |
1 — Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals |
2 — Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos |
I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie |
Crash and flex on Tuesday’s, harassin hoes at movies |
Passin by with uzis — and who you aimin at? |
That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that |
Rat-ta-tat-tat |
I don’t sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys |
You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise |
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized |
The Henny got me energized — smoke the guys |
tryin to focus on mines — poke they eyes out |
I’m L.A.'s loc’est — hope they don’t have to find out the hard way |
like snitch niggaz in the pen that get |
hit when the guards look the other way |
We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre |
You playin games, I suggest you know the rules |
We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo’jewels |
Take yo’honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos |
Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn’t fuck wit crews |
that’s sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit |
I’m Big Hit, don’t confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker |
Dedicated to all of those with big ego’s |
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal |
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo’and yank the heezos |
1 — Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals |
2 — Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos |