Big Tymers - Big Ballin' Lyrics

Big Tymers - Big Ballin' Video

Verse1

Manny Fresh:

I told ya f**kin' ass I be back

In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac

License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho

Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes

See these broads want stars

Big dicks down in the drows

Seven days a week seven brand new cars

Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300

Check us and front it the Navigator

Garage with the elevator

You not a hata

Then press second floor

So you can see the muthf**kin' Big Tymers car show

Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz

And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends

And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s

And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

 

Verse 2

Baby:

News cars

Pretty broads

Neighborhood superstars

Going far

Goin' to the super bowl

In the hole

And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos

Yellow ice

With new heights

Hoes got my name right

Fame got my muthaf**kin' game tight

Dirt digga

Hoe go-getta

Nigga outta line

Playboy I got ten on ya feet

Car shinna

Rim blinda

20 inch rida

Nigga and you can ride right beside me

Titty watcha

Hoe stoppa

VCR tape poppa

Neighborhood naked flick watcha

Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa

Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick

And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shit

And playa you can believe that shit

 

(Chorus) 4x

Whoa whoa whoa keymosuave

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

 

Verse 3

Manny Fresh:

I see you jockin' Baby 'Cause he got a Mercedes

And ya know about his ladies

And all his babies

 

Baby:

I know what they like

Them brand new bikes

So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike

I'ma shine till I die nigga

We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga

 

Manny Fresh:

Twenty inch wheels is what I roll

And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

 

Baby:

 

Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers

The 4-7 the big pipe user

Hoe abuser

 

Manny Fresh:

Its the project sticker man

Full of liquor man

Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

 

Baby:

Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles

Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto

Flashy cars

Pretty broads

The word uptown we bought these cars

For girls I bought

Pretty jewels

With new shoes

With tatoos

A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do

 

Manny Fresh:

Fight who you gotta fight

Shoot who you gotta shoot

Boot who you gotta boot

Do what you gotta do

 

(Chorus) 4x

 

Manny Fresh:

Ten years ago a friend of mine

Brought me to uptown second line

Met meatball, nair, anglin mets

Want you do a D.J. in the jets

Bought two trigger mans and brown beat

Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street

Best believe next week I'ma be downtown

Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down

Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel

Put up the mic 'Cause I got a f**kin' story ta tell

Teresa

Baby: Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch

Manny: I say lil Lisa

Baby: Youstill a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch

Manny: My nigga Baby ya wit me

Baby: Fa sho

Manny: Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

 

Baby:

Niggas livin' for the Sunday

On the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey

Drinkin Dacquri

Hoes packin'

White folks actin'

Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin'

Niggas feudin'

Game losin'

Lil told me ta watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me

Joe Casey

Goin' crazy

My homeboy told me ta watch these muthaf**kin' feds

Chilly chilly actin' silly

But cha name killa

Told me he gone kill'em a nigga

Suga Slim

All in

Game tight

And we just about ta start this all night flight

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Big Tymers - Pimpin' Lyrics

Big Tymers - Pimpin' Video

(Hook)

(Man) Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive

(Man) I've been stackin and mackin since '75

(Man) When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that

(Women)Thats my daddy, daddy

(Man) Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive

(Man) I've been stackin and mackin since '75

(Man) When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that

(Women)Thats my daddy daddy

 

(Baby)

I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing

But I'm Hood Rich nigga tell ya bitch to ask me

Swang yo' girl in that brand new Caddy

Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy

Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck

I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up

Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts

Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up

Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk

Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP

Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP

Shift it up the block before a nigga can pop

I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player

2 G and 2 its Big Tymer year

Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers

And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player

 

(Fresh)

You don't wanna get it on

You'll get shitted on or spitted on

Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on

Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on

Peanut butter and wood, its still understood

That Im'a P I M P

The M to the A, double N I E

Now put yo' feet up on that mank

Take a pull of the stank

And we can do it how it should be done

I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut

A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck

Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note?

Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim

Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood

Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food

Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits

Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits

 

(Hook) (Chorus)

 

(Fresh)

I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first

A mack in second grade by third it was worse

A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth

Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth

Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine

From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind

Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin

Two way checkin home wreckin

Rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin

Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an'

(Talking)

I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal

Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else

Oh and some shrimp

 

(Baby)

I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe

I left the roof at home let the rain come thru

Don't cry now ma you know how it go

But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro

Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on

Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs

I wear enough ice to sit on the throne

And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home

 

(Hook)

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