[top dog big Is it the big ohh, or is it be no? Let me tell you one thing, d-o ain't no dough At a show, wanna meet me at the mo' mad questions about the dough I hold Hold on baby, don't go that route Because the money, I'll make you don't need to know foul 'cause the change, and all the talkin stops here Just lay your back down, and take off your Who cares, it's your bras and panties, ain't matchin Yo what's the rules? you to leave if the ohh ain't happenin Yo, why you laughin, you be laughin If you in front of room, clear to get your punk ass maskin
Only mess wit the girls that (sharon), they nickname carin (karen) Known from the big and the tight jean wearin Also big breasts, always to my rest While I cores they chest, and they suck me off Easily place in the mouth, like a grape a tree But she can't eat it, she must suck it, like a sweet I know that's a hobby, I met her in a good, beautiful self, bad ass body
Yo goin out to nicole, out in new jerz To my keisha, out in d.c. It's all the girls, girls, girls, girls Spark some o.g.c. And it's out to wendy, out in l.a. Going out to tasha, out in all about the girls, girls, girls, girls Bob spliffs and hennecy
wondah] It was me and hennyville in the mobile On my way uptown, the new dru hill I couldn't rush it, to hennyville, bust this Seen reese in tight jeans, her ass no justice Her mother gaspin, where the restaurant be I drove by, waved, nonchalantly Me and my man, through, checkin out the scenery Stopped at the light, these two niggas schemin me Lookin in my 740, so I guess beemin me Yo they ain't gettin money, yo ask me what it to me
[louieville Yo, not a God damn, not you my man Because of jealously, over fuckin toes, he ran Yo I'm the villest, that be my for real You don't think shit real, then go and ask girl
[starang Aha, we stopped by the store, I stepped outta the My big gold chain steady swingin side to These two shorty wops, was all up in my grill like a Say "i don't wanna you, but aren't you starang" couldn't keep they eyes off my big gold chain I kept my eyes on they ass, so shit was like the Yo simple and plain, I ya be singin my song take 'em back to the crib, so we can all get along The big ohh
Going out to in n.y. And this is out to tammy out in n.c. It's all the girls, girls, girls, girls Bless the mics for the m.f.c.
[louieville Guess who, son, um, jumped upon the scene Nadine, you know that we met out in queens That chick is mean, she our whole team Had heads gackin up things gangrene Take it from b.b.d., that think is labeled "poison five" You never could trust a big butt and a For she say we display our well And I say "bitch, what that shit you " Shit, I know, that hit it and lookin sick No, no, dick, henny I do a bid Don't explain, simple and The only thing you is my name and my fame
It's all about the girls, girls, girls, To shari out there in it down now, girls, girls, girls, girls To lee in japan Yo all about the girls, girls, girls, girls To my bronca swollen from brazil Girls, girls, girls, To francewola bei from
the mic! (8x)