Talk Big Shit
(专辑: Turf Buccaneers - 2001)
[Mac Dre] Is it Sleep Dank? Cutthoat Committee Real shitty, nothing pretty Is it Sleep Dank? [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I'm in a
tight seven tre Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet Got four fifteen, Lanzars Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms Got a
fat backwood, car tacked out Fat four four that'll blow a
niggas back out Squatted real low, dank wood killing me AC chilling me, but ya'll ain't feeling me A
Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing M-A-C, Dre bitch Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch [Verse 2: Dubee] I
bring fire, retire [? ]
wannabe killas Can't fuck with, now who you be, I
be that nigga Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a
fashion Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a
fastness Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit We be flawless, putting paper over all this But ya'll just, niggas up in the
way up on some garbage That jargon, that make a
nigga empty every cartridge Walking target, make you park it where you start it I'm hocking a
loogie, it's Dubee, I'm telling you PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue [Chorus] TALK BIG SHIT Big shit talking niggas is off in the
building TALK BIG SHIT Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living TALK BIG SHIT All on a
hoe, ya'll ought to know TALK BIG SHIT At the
mall or the
store, your broad spending doe [Verse 3: PSD] See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out Play for the
doe but stop hating me hoe Squat up on a
one tre zero zero Honda model No helmet on riding one time Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning Two hundred dollars worth of smell [? ]
they slipping him Quarters zippers on my [? ]
if it's twelve I'm hitting him Long or [? ]
green weed stall my lids and a
Cutthoat is all I'm is Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a
bitch Suck a
dick if you can't fuck hoe, swallow the
kids [Verse 4: Sleep Dank] Check the
formats, lay suckas down like floor mats Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats Turned up with no blood let's make it official These squares play the
front, We in the
back highly sparked off scud missiles Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me And show me, when the
five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi Plenty fuck trophies; I
rock a
bitch like a
rollie Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40 Scum of the
slum, call the
bitch names Separate the
busters from the
thugs, floss it in there face But would I
paper chase, these niggas grab the
nickel plate And X the
faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play [Chorus]