Being The Big Brother

It's hard
Being the big brother
It's hard
Being the big brother

It's hard, every kind of day
Telling my younglings just what to say
And it's harder, cuz there's two
What's kind of cool, what not to do
Making duff copies of Electric Boogaloo
They lose one, they lose two
No not to worry, Yes to disturb
Doing rollbacks off my Mums front curb
Buying their first pair of Nike's
Watching them grow
As big as me (not quite)
Sitting in the summer eating angel delight
Pass on the rules down from my Mum
Keep my two brothers under the thumb
See my brother Ridd & Junior
Are protected you see
Headed by the King of Lesta
Frankie B
You know what I'm sayin'.... please.

It's hard
Being the big brother

My breaths still smelling like a juicy fruit
The girls look great in their birthday suits
Even if I'm not hanging with my youth
You can try & hide it but you know I'm cute
I'm tailored 32 x 2
You've got to make me wait up in a queue?
Just for a shoe?
So when the ladies see me they say
"It's Junior B and screw"
Matter of fact, they already do
Now it's the young 'un of the family's debut
My brother's dropped me in the track
With a little preview
And I bring the bass for my party crew
And that's you and that's you's
I've got girls under my skin like tattoos
I've got music out my ears like 1s and 2s
Having....oh ****!

It's hard
Being the big brother