walked through the White House without a buisness suit Compton hand Jerry Curl tripping around a waiting shoes Gave Mike all my demo came here to pay my deuce Started off with who can Then I start blazing blue
pulled, had to move to Miami Poppa Bear got no time for Baby Bear Can't stop to feel the breeze in the race for the cheese Peter Pan's in the White House
Got big guns dog one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back gee king how she loving my house Let me tell
cracked Mama always said it's a matter of fact that when love is in the house the house is packed Love is in the house and the house is packed So much
) At the top of the road You're wearin' the latest fashion Tryin' to be happy, don't you know? (Tryin' to be happy, happy) Big white, big white mansion (Big
the fabric of your shirt, it's meltin' it You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with Intruder alert, our house is nothin' like the Covenant We hold big
being born with Disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations Of mothers that carry the pain Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Big
If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst If your pocket's full of little things you've never
get it (Uh) only heat we spittin' (Uh-huh) Look at my house you don't see no kitchen (No) We big money pimpin' (Uh) gambin' real spinnin' (That's right) Got we like smokey bear
major nigga, a paid nigga.] Kept some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex jeep Plus the best friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas. {Flash the big chedda
backs on the Milky Way forever, as our eyes shower sweetness upon each other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue
+You Need An Analyst If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store, You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst. If your pocket's full of little
Okay, I'm reloaded You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time Here come the, "Pain" Jigga, jigga, bigga, bigga
im bout longevity big rims and big trucks im 90 days same as cash approved for uhauls don't try to fuck wit me you'll end up wit blue balls lets triple
down welcome to my history class The watch real spiffy, the jeans $650 The Lac' Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey [Grifffffey] I'm on them big rims slow
Son of a bitch's got my name in they mouth I knock they woman down And leave my drawers at they house Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone
buddy Teddy Bear What's up nigga? What's up KK? My buddy D We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up pretty Greg and big baby Brian cold chillin
