Big Bully by Lloyd Banks
Big Bully lyrics
[Verse:]
Weed all morning! � And then it dawned on �em (uh!)
The niggaz that call him �the best� � I moonwalk on� [scratches]
[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Weed all morning! � And then it dawned on �em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him �the best� � I moonwalk on �em! {BRING IT BACk! }
I�m air gasoline! (uh!) � I�ll put the torch on �em!
They gon� keep wavin� the bull until these� [scratches] {LET�S GO! }
[Verse:]
Weed all morning! � And then it dawned on �em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him �the best� � I moonwalk on �em!
I�m air gasoline! (uh!) � I�ll put the torch on �em!
They gon� keep wavin� the bull until these horns on �em! (yeah!)
You fall on morning � before it start stormin�
Ain�t really no competition � I rip apart all �em! (all �em)
Go call �em! � I serve niggaz till they get borin� (borin�)
Midnight, midday, mornin�! {GOD-� } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G�s (yeeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC�s, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay� jus� copped � now that�s triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PO can�t rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [? ] knees
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sneed!
You know you can�t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe (uh!)
Please don�t ask me how I�m livin� when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin� Franklyn�s
I land where it�s ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus� waitin� (word!)
Cookin� up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin�! (you nerves!)
Listen! � Cause I ain�t got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin� black man; bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
f-uck my enemies! (yeah!) � I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like �Amistad�! (YEEEAH!)
Sh-t-talkin� cause I�m out my car
Leak and the drama [? ] sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! � These old niggaz entrees!
You thinkin�? � Cause I been drinkin� like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain�t nuttin� changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new [? ] they lucky if I do �em twice,
About to catch my flight to Nice! � Cause I�m nice! (YEEAH!)
Dime after dime I�m the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin� over the damn chair! (uh!) � Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give �um wide walls and damp hair
There�s no falacio in the Lamb�, yeah, let�s camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I�m kinda rocky
I�m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi! (on?)
First by the Rolls! � Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty rats on that � cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon� turn your back on your back bone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin� on Pat-rone! � There�s no chillin� me! (chillin� me!)
My lifestyle�s fast dome! � Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!)
The pu-sy only really yours on her period!
Period! � Long move, check big boy
Mansion, man don�t tell me there�s a sextape, Lloyd; (uh, uh!)
BANK$! � Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I�m shttin�! � You gon� need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy�ll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
�Mary Jane� life her! � The only chick that gets it from me
I�m on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I�m hearin� all the comparin� and the s-it is funny (pfff!)
We�re not the same I�m different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin� his ass off, I grip the glass jaws;
My flow �Predator� with the mask off!
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I�m back forth!
One man attack force
The knife wonder eight other planets, that�s [? ] � You want bash, boss?
Headed on a crash course! � My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! � You�re all mice!
On [? ] wouldn�t fall off the floordrop
[? ] more hot! � And everything that your not!
Warlock! � Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It�s all lies he�s gonna call the cops!
You ain�t a MC, you a fat b-tch; I get you Swiss cheese for Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin� one-knees and backflips! � All over rap s-it!
And the whole crew at the same time
I�m [? ] it�s game time! � And I ain�t even in my prime!
My waistlines� a grey Nine; that�ll make your ass
Run like a grey dame! � Chasin� dollar bills,
Don�t chase fame! � These niggaz really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn�t so many I�d name names, but �Gay-ame�!
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain�t grow up like most kids! � Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs!
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game�s full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
We bring the guns out when they go club!
Bottles and Bud! � Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dicked out with a thug!
Dick down on the rug, I skip town with a love!
Blind who? � Take these big diamonds and blood!
[Outro]
Yeah�
I�ve returned!
The PLK!
Uh!
V5 on the way�
Any day!
I hear you stupid niggaz still talkin�, man�
I�m vexed!
Uh!
Yeah!
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