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(Oho yeaheah |
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Who do you think ou are?) |
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(Who do you think you are?) |
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I'm rough and tough and all that stuff |
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I make ou dance and prance 'till you huff and puff |
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There's just no way you can get enough |
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Of me, your mister Big Stuff |
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I'm the overweight-er, prince dominator MC |
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Heavy D, constant weight gainer |
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And since I choose, the weight not to lose |
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I will stay this way so that I can bruise |
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MC's around, who front and frown |
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You go round for round, I go pound for pound |
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At the end of the party when you sayin' goodnight |
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Don't come to me and say: "Take it light", I'm your mister Big Stuff! |
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(Who do you think you are? |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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I'm a quick rhyme shooter, rap rookie, recruiter |
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I always say could, never ever say coulda |
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I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or all fat |
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I get applause and awards every time I rap |
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I love the way I am, I would never switch! |
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I'm the greatest entertainer since a porno flick |
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You move and groove to my funky tune |
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Party people, it's time to make a room for your mister Big Stuff |
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(Who do you think you are? |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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Rock it, Big Stuff, the record, me the mastermind |
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A top dollar money better, go get a, designer |
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A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser |
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Girls come to me, say: "Heavy, let me squeeze ya" |
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An incredible, overwight huggable |
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Prince, a bold treat, that's why I'm so lovable |
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I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin' |
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Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin' |
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They all want me, MC Hev D |
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The more of the beef the more there is to squeeze |
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Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up |
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You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D, youyr mister Big Stuff |
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(Who do you think you are? |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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Ediie F, break down! |
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(Oho, yeheah) |
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Now I'm the swing beat artist with skills to kill |
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Money earnin' Mt. Vernon's where I live and vhill |
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When I walk the streets, I get much respect |
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Get hellos and what-nots from the young'uns and the vets |
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'Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened |
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Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin' |
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'Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin' |
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Takin' dirty emcees away, I'm sweepin |
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Got a tower, of power, MC's I devour |
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Every second of the hour, I send'em to the shower |
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I'm cool, noyt a fool, from the new school! |
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Drinkin' brew by my pool, sittin' on my gold stool |
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Gotta rock, that I drop, like a horse, on the trot |
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When it comes to makin money, it takes what I got |
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I know you're sayin' to yourself you can't get enough |
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But I'll be back, to attack, Heavy D, your mister Big Stuff |
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(Who do you think you are? |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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(Oho, yeaheah |
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Oho, yeaheah |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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(Oho, yeaheah |
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Oho, yeaheah |
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Oho, yeaheah |
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Oho, yeaheah) |
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(Oho, yeaheah) |