Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Dummy, artist - MarekoDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Dummy |
| Or better yet, y’all some big dummies |
| That’s how we calling it |
| (Yup, yo) |
| (1: Mareko) |
| Yo, there’s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list |
| But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits |
| Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics |
| Look inside of my stove, see if the bread is missing |
| Mr. Mareko that big bull-a, I’m tired, just trying to get some sleep |
| Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher |
| I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker |
| I’m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, |
| I would molest |
| Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose |
| He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin |
| You are not certain, don’t start speaking, last time I just put down my head |
| Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing |
| Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston |
| (Celph Titled) |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| (2: Celph Titled) |
| Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, that’s the slogan |
| Mother fuck a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties |
| Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD |
| Never smile for the press, I guess I’m hard pressed |
| And don’t like beef unless it’s really charred flesh |
| Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners |
| My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners |
| When we use them, my family start eating your face up |
| Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup |
| Blaze up, you can’t believe the way I hustle stuff |
| 95 degrees in July I’m selling earmuffs by the cases |
| I only dropped one single, count 'em |
| Niggas already making The Best of Celph Titled albums |
| Y’all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome |
| You looking for a death wish, guess what, you’ve just found one |
| (Celph Titled) |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| (3: Mareko) |
| Mareko, two thousand and three |
| My stories bound the beef |
| Loaded in the bottle and it’s yet to be found at the sea |
| You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees |
| So you clowns can see big things like P Money |
| I’m a bad boy, me and Puffy |
| Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies |
| I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms |
| While we’re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car |
| You can catch me at the open bar |
| And that’s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar |
| I’m convinced, you can do a set for free and you’ll still see |
| More spaces Donna Heckler’s teeth |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule |
| (Celph Titled) |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| You big dummy, damn your fun |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
| Plus your fat and you got no money |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| Enjoy |
| Heavy Gunz for Life |
| Keep it real. |
| Greets Mr Whizzler |