Lyrics
Mr. Big excuse me (yo what's up, what's up?)
Listen now that the trial is over, and you're out, what is your next plan?
(My next plan is to put my pistols up, and I'ma let my hair down)
Let your hair down there, could you define that for me please?
(Well, I'ma show these cats how to be a player)
What is your definition of player?
I got long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit (yeah)
I stepped in the club, I got my L.A. bag
Got my cane in my hand, wearin' slacks and flats
All them hoes lookin' at me, but them niggas look harder
Got a diamond on my hand 'bout the size of a quarter
Now if a bitch talk shit, I talk shit back
Bitch I got a 35 hundred dollar hat
You like that, I know you do, I even get my nails done too
Plus I got a dick like a fuckin' mule
Now we can go and get some Henn
I can fuck you while my nigga fuck your friend
I know it's a sin, I'm only havin' fun
I like slangin' dick, you like drinkin' cum
Sing it for me
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Now you just don't get it
I'm talkin' bout my cheese and my motherfuckin' chickens
Alabama pimpin' at its best, bitch listen
I'm about to talk some shit 'cause you all in my kitchen
Thinkin' you's a winner 'cause you cookin' me some dinner
Well bitch, you got a long way to run
Your pussy too big to be so motherfuckin' young
I remember you from grade six
You was voted most likely to be somebody, now you ain't shit
And now you got a bunch of badass kids
And all six of their daddies in the fuckin' pen
I was voted most likely to end up dead
Now I fuck hoes on 30-thousand dollar beds
Yeah, bitch, you heard what the fuck I said
I got bad hoes puttin' perms in my edge
And bitch, I don't care
I'll fuck you while you're standing right there
Tell your friends what my name is
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit (yeah)
Well I'm the fool of the click, (aha) talk the most shit (alright)
Fuck the baddest bitch, (shit) slang the most dick (okay)
Yeah, bitch I'm rich, look at my wrist
20-thousand dollars on my New Year's Eve outfit
Look at the diamonds, baby, ain't they shinin'?
Me and my lil' boy mountain climbin'
Guess what I done did? Bought a new crib
The last Mr. Big got some spoiled ass kids
All in the club, smokin' on a dub
Gettin' fucked up, Maysville or what?
So throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And show some love to a Alabama player
They call me
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, motherfucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Walk with it Mr. Big, walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Big, walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Big, walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Big, walk with it
I said jump with it Mr. Big, jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Big, jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Big, jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Big, jump with it
Long hair (yeah, pocket full of stones)
I got them bad hoes (playin' on my phone)
I talk plenty shit, ooh (plenty shit, you stupid bitch)
Everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair (nigga everybody sittin' on fuckin' chrome)
(Nigga I been tearin' up cars since '86)
(A car ain't shit, y'all motherfuckers niggas hate that shit)
(Goddamn, he done did it again)
(Mm-mm, I sure enough hate Mr. Big)