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We havin big thangs |
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Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement |
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Representin money |
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Hmm, beeitch |
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Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort |
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Wise crackin felines, unh |
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Can a nigga make a bee-line? |
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to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya |
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Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow |
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Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow |
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Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin |
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I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin |
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Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check? |
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Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet |
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I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash |
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Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass) |
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Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all |
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They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers |
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I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare |
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You'll go blind from my diamonds |
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Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin |
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Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game |
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Chorus: |
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We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do) |
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Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube) |
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We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do) |
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Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe) |
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Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort |
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Now how can I let this bitch run it? |
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When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now) |
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Tricks we take shits at the rents, we don't get excited |
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over long hair and big tits |
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$hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak |
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we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet |
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We got bosses in the back, countin the stack |
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We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts |
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Now what you want? |
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She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up? |
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You know I got a tight song |
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Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong |
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but you ain't got no features, this can't go on |
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You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed |
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You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void |
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Do you really understand what I'm tellin you |
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Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you |
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Chorus: add additional line |
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Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee |
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(repeat 2X) |
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Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort |
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You can try and figure out the new shit we on |
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Before you break yourself, make yourself at home |
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Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks |
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We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs |
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to the salary, that'll be cash or charge |
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So large, got a whole floor actin mirage |
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We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains |
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of big beautiful bitches with big brains |
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Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College |
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To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge |
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But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects |
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Bitch better suck my dick |
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Ain't nothin new, the game is old |
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You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe |
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Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man |
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Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs |
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Chorus: same as Verse Two |
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Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg |
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We off that heazy bitch |
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Beeeyyyitch |
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Hey $hort, give em yo part |
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Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich |
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Do all that shit |
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She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits |
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West-sieede. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!! |
