Jt The Bigga Figga The Appetizer Lyrics

The Appetizer Lyrics

(I told you once I told you twice, the Bigga Figga

nigga ain't nothin nice so get your game for the day I

advise ya it ain't the meal it's just the meal it's

just the appetizer)



Start the flow show playas gotta get low

Poppin at the ho hoes in the front row 

Mack on a bitch for the hell of it

Because it's not relevant but still she gotta do it

I do what I want to do the boys in the blue

Wanna fuck with the niggaz in my crew

Knowin it's the top notch down with the functions

Better known as the Get Low Productions

Passin them licks going nationwide

Shit was thick when I was taking that ride

Tryin to get a show here trying to get a show there

Mothafuckas trippin but a nigga didn't care

Bumpin my shit everywhere I went

Gettin my money in dollars and cents

Jiggin my tapes on Mac Daddy boulevard

Didn't give a fuck if you had a hot credit card

Playin my demo rollin in a Limo

Me and young Herm with the indo

Two mack daddies dog and a caddy

Pitbull drop gold Z's and a candy

D-Moe the Youngsta, Seff the Gaffla

JT The Bigga what more could you ask for?

Maybe you could ask for Steve or Gigolo

If I didn't tell you then they will let you know

Peepin out game so you better try to wise up

It ain't the meal it's just the appetizer



(yeah that's my boy JT in this mothafuckin record for

you just a little appetizer, but now we got the full

force meal cause you know the deal ya know)



At the party at the Hyatt hotel

You ain't got a room too bad oh well

You can be a baller with a fat stack

But forger the ass if you ain't no rapper

Poppin at a bitch but that ain't shit

The nigga that qualified got a platinum hit

That's right groupies playing like Snoopy

All I want is the oochie coochie

Tryin to get them before they get me

Plottin on the one with all the money

A Honda Accord and a gang of ass

On my tip for a backstage pass

Tellin me to come whenever I'm ready

Asking more questions than Fab Five Freddy

End of the summer and shit kinda cool

Wanna give up the ass before they go back to school

Notice at a party bitches be in fresh clothes

See right through them they ain't nothin but turf hoes

Straight pony tails and clothes that they borrowed

Look good now they won't look good tomorrow

Niggas goin out for punk ass bitches

Keepin em fresh and a pocket full or riches

Get some game is what you better do

Find a trick and sell her a dream or two

That's how it's done in the city of Frisco

Niggas be mackin, niggas be gettin low

Not going low on them hoes like them others

Being myself I can't be like them brothers

You better get some game and you better try to wise up

But if you eat the ass then that's your appetizer



(Yeah what's up my nigga you done that shit what's up

my nigga JT's in the mothafuckin house kick some more

of that shit for your boy)



Startin my last verse straight outta Frisco

Comin from the shoulders don't need no pistol

Niggas always talkin about how they gangstas

Pop a nigga quick but I'd rather bank ya

And wake you up and bank your ass again

And go to the store for some juice and gin

And walk to the house and make me another hit

SP-12 coming out with some funky shit

Like this song here called appetizer

Just to let you know and just to remind ya

Poppin much flavor is it spicy enough?

Or is it too tender, or is it too tough?

I think I put it together just fine

Ya hear me once and ya wanna rewind

So that's just lettin me know that it's on hit

You hear my style and niggas can't fuck with it

Try to play deep and they out on the show

Goin toe to toe they can't fuck with my flow

Cause you know my style too sick

Like the crazy mothafucka named Gin, the pit

Shake em up shake em up shake em

Drag him in a cut cause now it's time to break him

Tear it off nigga what you got

Tip toe tip toe to the mothafuckin spot