Letras
Big honking gun make his ass do the cancan
Drum hanging off like American Bandstand
I been done whatever the fuck your mans can't
Flinstones mode on you hoes, going Bamm-Bamm
I'm
Running this bitch 'til the wheels fall off
Stay in this bitch 'til the dogs called off
Step in this bitch with a big sawed off
You ain't leaving this bitch not full of buckshot
Big stepping, leave impressions by the dozen
Giant ass pimp, stomping on them like it's nothing
Never did no climbing, spot the top and then I crush it
Giant ass pimp, I'm way above them and they love it
Keep them tools tucked in my belt, damn I feel like Tim Allen
In my cave counting up money, call me Osama Bin-Stackin
I'm going Falling Down backing up traffic
Nobody know your name like an aglet
Dumping that dog shit in a casket
Cannot be in the field with no baggage
Twin glicks in my fists, look like I'm doing Edward Fortyhands
Get me acting drastic, I might end up like a Flordia man
Bro, you a fan, tell your ass again, hop up off my glans
No, I did not hear your tape, why the fuck would a lion be bumping a lamb?
Forty-four Mag, I'm strapped like a fascist
Getting up and at 'em, I'm snagging 'em like a catfish
We could not be dogs, you Shih Tzu, I'm Mastiff
Never ever get involved, I don't do dramatics
Don't talk to me, and don't gawk at me
Don't got a damn red penny for your drolleries
Know my opps all dream about offing me
But how're you killing anything when you ain't popping, G?
Big stepping, leave impressions by the dozen
Giant ass pimp, stomping on them like it's nothing
Never did no climbing, spot the top and then I crush it
Giant ass pimp, I'm way above them and they love it