can make it big So big Make it big Oh I know you can make it Everybody you can make it Yes I know we can make it big Darlin you can make it I
make it big So big Make it big Oh I know you can make it Everybody you can make it Yes I know we can make it big Darlin you can make it I know you're
Tradução: Beach Boys y Fat Boys. Make It Big.
to You can make it big So big Make it big Oh I know you can make it Everybody you can make it Yes I know we can make it big Darlin you can make it I
can make it big So big Make it big Oh I know you can make it Everybody you can make it Yes I know we can make it big Darlin you can make it I know you
) and mid-town, the loft cost BIG, the jersey, back-yard is golf course BIG (uhh huh) Brooklyn, Miss Jade, and of course BIG After that its ME, F-A-B...
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter
hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe the
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
these Now soon as I said it seems I got sweated By some nigga with a Tek 9 tryin ta take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas
you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We onnnn, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin wit it run from it motherfucker
, induced now, gotta flame thrower that will burn great holes till you goose down, (yeah) rough sound, same strong background, bent on black the big boys
the craziness Yeah, we live it up, so give it up For-For-For-What? The urban life, far from a suburbanite A shot of Bur ban, twistin' up the urbanite Makes
peach 'Til she reach a climax, scratches on my back Hit it from the back, baby told me she like that Infact, you the first one to make it feel right
it You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it We on It?s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain?t runnin? wit it, run from it, motherfucker