Big Tymers Lyrics

Big Tymers lyrics

[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
Off top, playboy
Look here
These lil'
young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch

[B.G.]
Let me at
'em

[Baby]
Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
Look, this
block is mine
And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes
'Cause
they're my hoes (say, playboy)
I done fucked the whole block already, ya
understand

[B.G.]
We don't even want you comin' 'round no
more

[Baby]
Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
We got this shit,
wodie

[B.G.]
Gotta hustle

{verse 1}
[Baby + (B.G.)]
Back
where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of
my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My
lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie a
ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be
strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared
that's why they be snappin' (What?)
Callin' the law look (?)
I told the
young nigga to learn the mack
Poppin' two, shor-tay

[B.G.]
Four in
the mack

[Baby + (B.G.)]
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a
fuck - untamed motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker
(What?)
My mind went dead (What?)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's
a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga
was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With
quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and
ounces and shit
We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes
(What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
(?) and Prowlers
(What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet
(For sure)

(Hook2x [B.G.])
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them
niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
Big
Tymers - they thug, too
Them niggas sell drugs, too
They don't just stunt
- Baby and Fresh'll bust, too

[Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)]
What?
Now, I
know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)
For me to say,
"Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?)
Well, this the one, lil' daddy:
fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck
my dick (Eat up)
They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For
real?)
When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G.
downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
Baby got the bitch, and
he put her in a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate
it."
Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded."
Once again, it's
on
The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
Wayne and Turk did the
bitch when we left her alone
Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
Yes, the
sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)
Fucked the bitch in her ass in the
park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass
her to him
Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim

(Hook
[B.G.])
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After
they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they
toss hoes
They don't brown-nose
They think they all that, they got the
whole clique down them hoes

Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers
don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove
hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
Them niggas don't brown-nose
They
think they all that, they got the whole clique down them
hoes

[Lac]
What, what, what,
We put diamonds, and Rolies, and
bracelets, and rings, and
necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains,
and
twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars
Cadillac's, and
Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars
Houses and mansions with marble and mink
floors
Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
Hoes say they love me,
but friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from shit with
the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still
tatted
Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered
Lil' Wheezy
more platted
Baby mouth platted
Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks -
they all gatted
My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the
grand-daddy
Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it
(?) we
move packages, (?) jack it
Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his
jackin'
Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me:
A millionaire,
bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat
And I swear under my shirt, June
Miami heat
Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til
January

(Hook3x [B.G.])
Big Tymers stunt very hard
Drive the
finest cars
Big Tymers got that work
Got a Impala, and got it hard
Big
Tymers - they live in lavish
Neck and the wrist is platted
Every kind of
diamond that they got, them niggas have it

[B.G.]
For sure, nigga
(For sure, nigga)
B.G. and the fam'
If you gotta be a B.T.
([B.] It's
like bein' a H.B.)
A H.B.
([B.] Ya understand)
Ya understand
Ya
undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me,
yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're
blindin' me, yeah
([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy)
Lil' Wheezy
([B.] To
then B.Geezy)
To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy
How you love that
And it's
all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga)
([B.] Get your mind right)
Get
your mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this
here)
Since '92, nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)
([B.]
Been stun'n)
Been stun'n
([B.] Repped out like a
motherfucker)
Number-one stunna, nigga
([B.] Uptown New Orleans,
nigga)
The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer,
nigga
The Big Tymers