เนื้อเพลง Big Tymers - Big Tymers

{Baby}
For sure, lil' one
Off top, playboy
Look here
These lil' young jive motherf*ckers just jumpin' off the porch

{B.G.}
Let me at 'em

{Baby}
Better catch they motherf*ckin' cut, n*gga
Look, this block is mine
And I don't need these n*ggas playin' with our hoes
'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
I done f*cked the whole block already, ya understand

{B.G.}
We don't even want you comin' 'round no more

{Baby}
B*tch-ass n*gga, catch your cut
We got this sh*t, 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' n*gga, 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-a-who'n and rattin'
I told the young n*gga to learn to mack
Pop in a Too tape

{B.G.}
"Born to Mack"

{Baby + (B.G.)}
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a f*ck - untamed motherf*ckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherf*cker (What?)
My momma's 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 n*gga 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 sh*t
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 n*ggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
Big Tymers - they thug, too
Them n*ggas 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, "F*ck a b*tch," in a tight-ass song (What?)
Well, this the one, lil' daddy: f*ck that b*tch (F*ck her)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can s*ck my d*ck (Eat up)
They wanna be with a n*gga when your money come right (for real?)
When sh*t get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
Baby got the b*tch, and he put her in a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey say, "The b*tch ate it."
Our two D.J.'s say, "The b*tch can't be faded."
Once again, it's on
The b*tch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
Wayne and Turk did the b*tch when we left her alone
Then the sharks, n*gga (Sharks?)
Yes, the sharks, n*gga (Yes, the sharks, n*gga)
F*cked the b*tch in her ass in the park, n*gga (In the park, n*gga)
I don't know that lil' n*gga, but I'ma pass her to him
Motherf*ck that dog ass, jive b*tch: Kim

{Hook (B.G.)}
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them n*ggas, 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 n*ggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
Them n*ggas 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 f*cked up from sh*t 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 more 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 n*ggas have it

{B.G.}
For sure, n*gga (For sure, n*gga)
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, n*gga (It's all good, n*gga)
{B.} Get your mind right
Get your mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here)
Since '92, n*gga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)
{B.} Been stun'n
Been stun'n
{B.} Repped out like a motherf*cker
Number-one stunna, n*gga
{B.} Uptown New Orleans, n*gga
The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, n*gga
The Big Tymers