that back and pull them thongs our your rectum crack I'm Poppa Large, big daddy, big penis in a Caddy Retro petrol, I run that whole metropolitan area
, Q, R, S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style on your reels You went uptown, claimin' my sound Get back, stay down I see
McGrady, don't do nobody favors Tell them fuck off and pay you, that's what I love about you Don't watch no soap operas You back that paper half naked, get that
you must see me, flee (Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny (Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style
me down Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town And you can get the balls like that Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh And we can get
you sweat you're gonna get wet You're gonna get wet (OW!) Work it, oh come on now, work it, ow Now work, come on work it, ow (You're gonna get wet)
to scoob, I'm the barber. Of da ville. And that's right. Try to step to us, watch what you get, 'cause me and big daddy's not havin' it. Well, it's the big daddy
Yo, yo, yo They wanna know Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Yo,
question of who gave you a contract They should be fired you're officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced
Snatch that, disco daddy, father pops grand shh Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand You're rockin low budget doctor who special effects And that's
long For you to get your way Where's there's cash You're like a bird of prey 'Cause you demand An expensive taste Don't get what you want So you act
ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it I'm that nigga, I got clout like Big Guy and Busta I'm that fly with big guns that splat guys I shit pies
then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin Cause you know it's no time for shakin Get what you gonna get, front and center or get five years for breakin
the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get that bitch from '89 that gave
if my prints ain't on that thing What is you sayin'? And on the same block that I get my glocks from You see the same cop that get popped with the shot
my capabilities But they won't hold me back Never throw me off track 'Cuz you know it's like that Make no mistake, won't hesitate No, that's not my style
a style that won't flip I step smooth, I never break stride Keepin my man Kut Terror on the right side You got up to get down and got slapped Tryin to get
Low cash from a neighborhood wealthless I'll stick a wino, and rob him for his last penny Happy days around my way we didn't find many Momma said that
