[Intro] From a nickel and dime ass nigga to a top, top, top - (big rigga)
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[B-Legit] It ain't a cell in this town that can hold me And fuck the task force 'cause them suckas tried to fold me, scold me Told me if I move that they was blastin' Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin' Who's a big baller? Who supply your crew? Who got them big birdies in the box, is it you? I never said a word, 'cause nigga I don't do so You fools got some questions, better ask the lawyer-ooso
[Kurupt] I'm so international, and all about my cashional 18 milly irrational, speak mice What you want fool, dogg tell me what you need Bought a couple pints of Hennessey, an eighth of weed It seems time's gettin' shorter Time to elevate from nickels, dimes, dubs, to quarters Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 Water Niggaz oughta - get to swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip, then get to pervin'
[E-40] Uh squa uh, squab music, mob music Ride on a motherfucker and draw down on his ass in music The 213, the 41510 Pull a hoe without a motherfuckin' tug of war 40 Water, your playa partner Ever since the womb, I've been a tycoon Actin' up (actin' up) Actin' tough (actin' tough) Actin' bad with all kinds of guns and stuff
[Chorus] - X 2 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big rigga
[Kurupt] I got a half a ounce, and a 'four to bounce A half a brick to flip, large amount accounts Life as a young nigga with loot don't count Life as a young nigga with loot turned out You know it ain't nothin' to it but to do it Flow like fluid, you's included Pursue it, subdue it, and run through it Doin' what I do, it's hard to maintain my composure Ah man, they came through with the doja, it's on
[B-Legit] The motherfuckin' County ain't the place for the savage A cock hound dank, smoke a nigga 'bout his cabbage But if I'm ever caught I'ma ride my shit Divorce my broad, but nigga keep my bitch Bury my mail in my momma backyard Steady poppin' cons to correctional guards They fucks with my crew 'cause they claim that we be trouble Them niggaz from the V to the H-I double I'm tryin' to get this party, tonight at this motel A gang of bitches there, some more on my voice mail Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths My homie K-1 rollin' blunts at the crib First I take a hit, strolls like a pimp The motherfuckin' savage with the million dollar limp Another big day for this timin' ass baller Hit the block, stock in my ninety fin Impala Let them pipes holla, I know I'm lookin' saucy Nineteen shots, sittin' next to my faulty Stash my notch, shake the spot and gets far Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' rap star
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[E-40] Open shop with a sixteenth of powder to a whole zip To a half ham, now I'm sittin' kilogram Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost 'cause I'm highly spoken 'bout Niggaz love me 'cause they know I'ms 'bout my paper route I keeps my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid Shit, for all I know they might decide to raid shit Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted But now they got some new and improved state of the art shit
[B-Legit] Man, it's goin' down, am I livin' in the past? This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass You either take me in, or let this timer go Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know I told you I'm a rapper, love to entertain Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin' game Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter About Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 Water
[Chorus] - X 4 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin' big riggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
