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Big Thangs
by Ant Banks
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3.2000
Big Thangs Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- (feat. Ice Cube, Too $hort)
- We havin big thangs
- Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement
- Representin money
- Hmm, beeitch
- [Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort]
- Wise crackin felines, unh
- Can a nigga make a bee-line?
- to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya
- Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow
- Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow
- Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin
- I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin
- Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check?
- Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet
- I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash
- Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass)
- Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all
- They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers
- I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare
- You'll go blind from my diamonds
- Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin
- Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game
- [Chorus:]
- We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
- Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube)
- We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
- Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe)
- [Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort]
- Now how can I let this bitch run it?
- When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)
- Tricks we take shits at the rents, we don’t get excited
- over long hair and big tits
- $hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak
- we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet
- We got bosses in the back, countin the stack
- We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts
- Now what you want?
- She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up?
- You know I got a tight song
- Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong
- but you ain’t got no features, this can't go on
- You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed
- You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void
- Do you really understand what I'm tellin you
- Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you
- [Chorus: add additional line]
- Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee
- [x2]
- [Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort ]
- You can try and figure out the new shit we on
- Before you break yourself, make yourself at home
- Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks
- We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs
- to the salary, that'll be cash or charge
- So large, got a whole floor actin mirage
- We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains
- of big beautiful bitches with big brains
- Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College
- To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge
- But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects
- Bitch better suck my dick
- Ain't nothin new, the game is old
- You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe
- Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man
- Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs
- [Chorus: same as Verse Two]
- [Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg]
- We off that heazy bitch
- Beeeyyyitch
- Hey $hort, give em yo part
- Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
- Do all that shit
- She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits
- West-sieede. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!!
- (feat. E-40, Mack 10)
- [E-40:]
- Aight, one O this E Fizee
- I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula'
- Who just teaches a brother how to, you know
- Count his marbles, you know....what about you?
- [Mack 10:]
- You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
- I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
- 365 seven days I believe crack pays
- My estates been guarded by pitbulls and AK's
- I'm straight cookin' them thangs movin weight like I should
- Cause a nigga livin good don't mean he went Hollywood
- Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better
- To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than ever
- [E-40:]
- Fonzarelli man I thought you was a rebel I am
- But tell me this then: why you move up out the ghetto?
- Motherfucker I am the ghetto I beg your pardon
- Nigga I was grindin tryna take niggas heads off
- Flossin and fuckin hoes when you was kindergarden
- Nigga this ain't 'Lenny & Squiggy'
- Nigga this E Fizee and Mack Tizee
- Fuckin with italian romiane pasta chicken tortellini
- 30 odd 6 custodian with the scope far from Nickelodeon
- No shit no joke southern Cali up north se we be rollin
- Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
- Plead the 5th but don't snitch
- No case cause every Po-Po and they mammy know
- That 12 gauge equipment can be traced
- Stand on your bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his draws
- Cause them 2.2.3.'s be penetratin' through walls
- Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay child support
- Thinkin' about skippin town movin to Shreveport, biAtch!
- [Chorus:]
- You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
- I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
- (from L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin)
- (make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen)
- You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
- I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
- (see you my dude right that mean we partners in crime)
- (it's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime, biAtch!)
- [Mack 10:]
- Forty, I'm one bro that's in the mix like gumbo
- Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the gumble?
- Marv said we got bigga triggas Mack we got bigga figures
- Now throw the top back on the 'rarri and bang gears on these niggas
- And watch what money show you bout niggas
- That don't know you busters is gone hate
- Real G´s is happy for you
- It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it´s my time to shine
- Now would you niggas kick back and let me mine?
- [E-40:]
- Causin havoc sparkin up chaos bringin the ruckus
- Heavy metal heaters mobbin under buckets
- If you can't beat us then join us get on the team street sweepers
- Grenade, riffles and M1 car beams, dice game
- Craps bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money
- Watchin out for rival gang members beefin bad weather
- But it all boils down to who got the most paper
- [Chorus]
- [Mack 10:]
- I shoot 'em up like syringers I know what real ends is
- Low-Lows, Harley Davis and big body benzes
- Ain't been faded so far on my wrist I got a R
- Hundred thousand dollar car cause I push the caviar
- So what's up what you need everybody huddle up
- Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
- So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
- From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and E-Fourtay
- [E-40:]
- Sometimes I wonder if it´s worth this
- Fuckin with the law tryna make it look like I'm runnin
- A legitimate tow truck service with a 'just-say-no'
- Drug bumper sticker on the back of my window (back window)
- Knowin I been smokin a gang of Indo
- Around the corner 4 houses down across the way
- Way make a right and then a left over there by Safeway
- And when you get there page me punch in
- How much ya wanna spend separate the 20's from the 1's 5's and 10's
- Slick, sly, sharp narcotic vendors always do business
- In shoppin centers Buck 'em stick 'em stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
- Hate 'em bleed 'em love 'em shit can get ugly
- [Chorus]
- Hoo Bang Hoo Ride, Hoo Bang Hoo Ride
- Hoo Ride Hoo Bang
- Who be ridin who be bangin', ride nigga
- (feat. Spice-1, King Tee)
- [Intro:]
- Yeah, Young jock up in this beezee
- Claiming and representing that S-P geezee shit
- Putting it down with my nigga the big bad ass
- Spice 1 and King T
- High siding and westside riding
- Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee
- We doing big thangs in the nine seezee
- Kicking bitches in the booty and pointing out their
- duty
- Yeah any motherfucker that wanna try us knows where
- to find us
- Motherfucker
- [King Tee:]
- This shit couldn't get no harder
- Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter
- All my dreams result to nightmares
- So I walk around the hood strapped like I don't care
- Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast
- The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc
- With hollowpoint slugs, Crips and Bloods, we come deep
- And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps
- I was a made man at fifteen years
- Cuz momma didn't raise no faggotty queer
- I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade
- And on the westside is where I play
- Straight sick, when my big uncle smoked dip
- And grabbed his four four and took me with him on a
- lick
- And sure as the sun will come up and just shine
- The niggas couldn't believe the Rolex was all mine
- [Spice-1:]
- Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty
- Motherfuckers ain't ready, see they won't hold their
- heads steady
- when we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle
- Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal
- You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist
- Next nigga run up on me for my pieces is catching
- whole clips
- No sucker to the G-A in me
- You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P
- Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I
- Born to die, westside riding staying high
- 187 proof a ma-a-mack ten shooter
- Hope the ba-a-black talons go right through you
- Been mobbing since a youngster, laced like hundred spokes
- Ain't no rules in the game, niggas die and go for broke
- He didn't no I was strapped, he didn't no I was ready
- Blow a hole in his chest and take off with a nigga's fetty
- [Chorus:]
- Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
- We in the sun where the kids wear their vests to school
- Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
- (West Side)
- Refuse to leave them player haters alive
- Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
- We out west where the kids wear their vests to school
- Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
- (West Side)
- Refuse to leave them player haters alive
- [King Tee:]
- Ah yes all the way to niggas in projects
- That heard about the King that be strapped with two techs
- Rolling in a Lex with them twenty inch chrome rims
- Trying to find a ho for some trim
- Laid back, smoking on the doja loc
- At the light all the hos watch me cough and choke
- Young player, can I take a ride with you
- Hell no, can I trust my life with you
- You look shady just left four ??? with four babies
- And I can hear your ass screaming save me
- Trick I'm in a zone guns, clips and chipped up phones
- And Vibe tapes of old love songs straight gone
- Dipping and giving a fuck at who's tripping
- Catch a nigga at the airport slipping
- Huh, what a shame send his ass back from where it
- came in a casket
- California love turned drastic
- I'm come G'd up, niggas getting beat up
- And I'm smoking all their dirt cess weed up
- King T's G style got them hiding
- Cuz this is what we call west riding
- [Spice-1:]
- See some of the haters try to fade you partner, but
- ain't nobody coming close
- I keep some scissors up in the cut, so give me ten feet at the most
- Ain't no generic artificial, Realer than you can imagine
- Passing out in the back of limos with a lap full of cash and mashing
- Dreaming of mad tales, with waterfalls in swimming pools
- I'm living the life of a rap star
- Eighty thousand dollar cars, jaccuzzi rooms with minibars
- Hit the casino dropping fetty on tables smoking Cuban cigars
- You need to quit
- Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split
- Tore back ass out bringing you your hat
- Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I
- But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
- I gets medieval up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
- The gangsterism resulting in murderism
- Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
- You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga
- Where the scrilla
- Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask
- Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash
- Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
- Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
- [Chorus]
- West side Riding while we getting higher
- That's the way we do it
- West side Riding while we getting higher
- That's the way we do it
- On the Westsid
- (feat. Too $hort, 2Pac, and MC Breed)
- [Too $hort:]
- If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
- [Chorus:]
- This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
- This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
- This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
- This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
- Ohh, come on, come on
- [Too $hort:]
- I make money like a motherfucker
- It ain't no thang to me
- $hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
- Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week
- I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
- How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
- The phone and TV ended with a green smell
- I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
- $hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now
- You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
- I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock
- Three players in the game and it's a major
- Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
- Today I'm on the westcoast
- Tommorrow I'm in Texas
- Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
- $horty drop the bass in the mix
- You know what's next beitch
- I'm sure to get rich
- [Chorus]
- [2Pac:]
- Haha
- I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw
- Til my fuckin casuct drops
- Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops
- This is for the hustlaaaaas
- Believe me coming stapped with the gak
- When you see me
- Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin
- Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin
- Born in these projects destined to fate
- Collecting mail on these broke bitches
- Slanging that game
- Now shit done changed
- It ain't the the same
- I ain't lyin niggas are dyin
- Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin
- In the penatentary or in the cemetary
- Gettin high no need to worry
- Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots
- Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
- This year bringin you the fix
- Including Ant Banks in the mix
- We're sure to get rich
- Still I ride.
- [Chorus]
- [MC Breed:]
- I'm a cold-hearted fool
- I mean a fool at heart, head strong
- and I won't be headed home if he falls apart
- Conatact niggas like a part time
- When I ride the beat
- Ain't no way to hide from the darkside
- Man of many mens till the very end
- and blend in and change my iden
- Just to mix up with the game
- They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
- It's mind over matter
- I don't mind, you don't matter
- Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
- and we can have us a gak to gak talk
- Do it old style and do a back to back walk
- Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
- and we can put the bull shit to an end
- I figure if he plays around he lays around
- and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around
- Bodies are buried and found all around
- and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
- Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
- So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
- cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
- The shit won't change as long as I'm alive
- I gotta survive and keep it tight
- [Chorus]
- (feat. Baby D, B-Legit, MC Ant, Meen Green)
- [B-Legit]
- Yeah, wussup though
- This ya'll partner
- B-Legezey
- In the house wit my boy Ant Bezey
- The boy say he doin' big thezey's
- Ya know
- But shake game though
- When the next time you do a compilation
- And ain't got your partner B-Legit
- On the motherfucker
- Oh, we gonna be doin' big thangs boy
- Yeah, Big Thangs
- [beep]
- [Mean Green]
- What's up Banks
- This your boy means the greensy
- Callin' you from Houston, Texas dog
- Man how you gonna put out an album
- Talkin bout' Big Thangs
- And you ain't called your boy
- I mean come on man
- I'm from Texas
- Everything here in Texas is big
- Including me
- You know what I'm sayin'
- We all about havin' Big Thangs
- [beep]
- [MC Ant]
- Yo Banks wussup
- Remember me
- This MC Ant
- I was one of the first rappers
- That you produced back in the days
- Ah, you don't know me no more
- You doin' Big Thangs
- Can't even let me get down on the album
- That's alright
- Can't wait to see you
- Cause I know I'ma catch you in the traffic
- [beep]
- [Baby D]
- Wussup big baaaabey
- This Baby D and I'm logged in man
- How can't you let me on that Big Thangs mane
- But, were still family and all bro
- I ain' trippin'
- I be spittin' Big Thangs to
- But ugh
- You gotta hit me up with one of those beats
- Cause ugh
- If I can't get on on the Big Thangs
- Shoot, I'm gettin' on my own
- But anyway, hook me up hit hit me on the heel
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