face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start
You ask me can we try again, I ain't fuckin' witchu It's on, the club jumpin', I'm tryna get my liquor and You wanna suck the dick again, I'm starin'
same Feelin' ain't been in music, hooks ain't been the same But I'm doin' what I can, man And try to follow ya'll Memory Lane, man Big, you be ashamed
I won't try to bring you down about my suicide Got no need to understand about my big surprise I won't beg to hang you up about my love of life If you
tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A- Mole 17 hours a day PISCES! Try to avoid
I'm convicted Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you explain the skies, the moon, the stars
like a bag of fruit And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo Ya man lookin like he want it he can have it to Try to tell these muthafuckas they
break me down to build me up again They like "Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again" Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Fuckin' with me is a close call out of my crew Don't try it, I fuckin' roast y'all, you and your co-stars Next up
the rehab stuck on the pipe 'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin' Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland Got way mo' bitches than I ever need I put that on a big
See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back then I kicked back and watched all my friends Make big
they put us down and call us animals We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes Drive fancy cars, make love to stars Never really saying just who
fact don't tell me nuffin', just skank 'Cause I got a trunk thing, she's in the back No need to thank, the pleasure is mine We should try doin' this again
friends with all my Ex's who stole money (Aw honey) Don't aw honey me Just give me the money please One of those cards with a pocket for cash A big stash
Disrespectin black women And what's gon' happen when you turn around and try to have your own children?" So I changed up my style once again So me and
and lets pretend like they called me the greatest selling out arenas with big ass stages and everybody loved me and no-one ever hated lets try to use
shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky Are like shooting stars