Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah Oh, she's mine and see, God knew she was mine The day I seen that guy, the big mouth bass on the line It?s time for me to retrieve
when it's clickin' These rocks when they glistening What's really good? One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk Big gouty wrists
first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge J.B. and Big Boy one crazy
record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs This indutry's big
donA?t know me the shadow de tu muerte is quien yo soy fuck Rollin 20 homie no toys K.O.D. be banging with big boys saying that your lucky ese fuck you
cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried To play
you should try keepin' it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows, he posed threat to this one This
Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this
, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this
hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat 6X more)? Jay-Z: Ard?go hard (Jay-Z) Verse 1: This is black hoodie rap, There'
, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard This is black hoodie rap
right in, and meet the son Christenings done, time to have some fun *CHORUS* Yes siree, yes siree *MR. TAMBO* Yes siree *CHORUS* Yes siree, yes siree *MR. TAMBO* It's a big
words together like this My voice is a coming out an orophus, expressing, verbally or if it's Mental asymmetrics that makes me so electric By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected A walking time
MEN: Oh, Oh, Mr. could there be something wrong? WOMEN: We are waiting just to hear Mr. Tambo do his song. HAMMY: Mr. Tambo, do you feel good and strong
be, a big time star was elegant as Garbo, or Hedy Lamarr. Stewie: But now we get whores like Jenny Lopez, you want to curl up and die. Chorus: Lucky
snippy, pissy Yankee all along! Take this superstitious city, add one little Jew from Brooklyn Plus a college education and a mousy little wife, And big news! Real big
Stop making fun of me. Buddy: Oh, please don't cry! That's the last thing I want. Violet: I'm sorry. I can't joke about this. Buddy: This isn't a joke
me? father: what will the big star do for money? sherrie: i'll get a job until i make it big! mother: sherrie, this is your home! sherrie: i gotta