[top dog big Is it the big ohh, or is it be no? Let me tell you one thing, d-o trickin no dough At a show, shorties meet me at the mo' Askin mad questions the dough I hold Hold on baby, don't go that route the money, that I'll make you don't need to know foul 'cause the change, and all the talkin stops here lay your back down, and take off your underwear Who cares, it's your bras and panties, they ain't Yo the rules? you have to leave if the ohh ain't happenin Yo, why you laughin, you won't be If you in front of room, They clear to get your punk ass
Only mess wit the girls that sharin (sharon), they carin (karen) Known from the big butt and the tight jean Also big breasts, comin to my rest I cores they chest, and they suck me off next Easily place in the mouth, like a from a tree But she eat it, she must suck it, like a sweet lolli I that's a hobby, I met her in a lobby good, beautiful self, bad ass body
Yo goin out to nicole, out in new jerz To my keisha, out in d.c. all about the girls, girls, girls, girls Spark some o.g.c. And it's out to wendy, out in l.a. out to tasha, out in tennessee It's all the girls, girls, girls, girls Bob marley and hennecy
[starang It was me and hennyville in the mobile On my way uptown, pumpin the new dru I couldn't rush it, to hennyville, bust this reese in tight jeans, doin her ass no justice Her mother gaspin, right where the be I by, waved, kinda nonchalantly Me and my man, through, checkin out the scenery at the light, these two niggas double schemin me Lookin in my 740, so I they beemin me Yo they ain't money, yo ask me what it mean to me
sluggah] Yo, not a God damn, not you my man Because of jealously, over they toes, he ran Yo I'm the villest, that be my for real You don't shit real, then go and ask your girl
wondah] Aha, we by the store, I stepped outta the ride My big gold steady swingin side to side These two shorty wops, was all up in my grill a barbecue Say "i don't wanna you, but aren't you starang" They keep they eyes off my big gold chain I kept my eyes on ass, so shit was like the same 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 is going out to tammy out in n.c. all about the girls, girls, girls, girls Bless the mics for the m.f.c.
sluggah] Guess who, son, just um, jumped the scene Nadine, you know that chick we met out in That is mean, she steamed our whole team Had heads up things like gangrene it from b.b.d., that think right is labeled "poison five" You could trust a big butt and a smile For she say we our thing well And I say "bitch, what that you tell? " Shit, I know, niggas hit it and lookin sick No, no, sick dick, I do a bid Don't explain, and plain The thing you lovin is my name and my fame
It's all the girls, girls, girls, girls To out there in philly Break it now, girls, girls, girls, girls To sundum lee in Yo it's all the girls, girls, girls, girls To my girl swollen from brazil Girls, girls, girls, To bei from paris
the mic! (8x)