you care, you're just a big shot, yeah Yes, I've seen you go to work in your big car Yes, you're fat and can afford to be tasteless You're a big shot
Translation: English Beat. Big Shot.
thug song See we one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do? Shots
Cassel, shots two minute on the clock Cops know the SL hand do well Can tell by the nails you frail We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them
I'm lookin' for someone [incomprehensible] to beat the crap out I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate in English
suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin' However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter My all around performance gets better and better My English
song See we one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do? Shots
English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth Where I come dead right, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper Til the homey beat
beat Speakin' of ferociously beat, you know that girl 'Nique? You know she's a freak, but anyway, back to what I'm supposed to be Sayin' all over this beat
out Lookin' for some other thug, to beat the crap out I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate in English
ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet And who you sleep with Might find yourself in deep shit So hit me with your best shot I'
needed confidence we always turned to you And when they shot our leaders up against kilmainham wall You were there beside us in that awful easter dawn Hey, big
man look, check this shit out Mystikal and Juvenile nigga Say juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro What you mean nigga, fuckin' right I did this beat
scotland we flatter the english By giving victories over them a significance They don't fuckin merit. If it was such a big deal to defeat the english
Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat
don?t like me 'cause you?re all about nothin' However, I?m really fascinating to the letter My all around performance gets better and better My English
KK Klan, so here we go again scarin' people to death Knockin' niggaz out with the indo on the breath On the old English because we use fuckin' English
be layin' on the flo' Swearin' up and down, you neva' gonna drink no mo' But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up One little wine cooler and you wanna beat
