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big boi - album version (edited) lyrics

it is i, the b-i-g, the b-o-i
me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
i got bigger fish to fry, n-gg-z wish i would retire
cause of the pressure i apply every time i bust a rhyme
none of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the m-sses
while you n-gg-z kickin it like jack-sses
and who you votin for, republican or democratic?
don’t say it doesn’t matter cause that’s how they stole the last one
-ss-ssin’s bullet might be waitin for obama
do you think they’ll have a brother before billy’s baby mama?
c’mon!

“look at the way you look at me” – “da-daddy fat sax”
“in my cadillac, six woofers and fo’ amps”
“look at the way you look at me” – “da-daddy fat sax”
“in my cadillac, six woofers and fo’ amps”
“look at the way you look at me” – “daddy fat-fat sax”
“in my cadillac, six woofers and fo’ amps”
“look at the way you look at me” – “da-da-daddy fat sax”
“in my cadillac, six woofers and fo’ amps”
my daddy told me it was mine for the takin
a true gift from god, the stars aligned when they made me
him and rena’s baby, their first born son
i’m antwan andre patton, the only one
bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
i’m defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
way before my time and reside in the dirty dirty
where they still hangin nooses like we in the early ’30s
godd-mn, you know who i am? {“da-daddy fat sax”}
royal fam of atlanta, dungeon b-tch you understand? (boy!)
this ain’t what you want, let’s be clear from the bungie
i write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money
with my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
i’m on another planet my n-gg- and you just fly
(why?) cause i’m {“da-da-daddy fat sax”}
take that motherf-cker, take that!
with my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
i’m on another planet my n-gg- and you just fly
(why? cause he’s daddy fat sax)
ridin off in the cadillac like that n-gg-
yea
what his name is? {“da-da-daddy fat sax”}
what ya talkin ’bout? {“da-da-daddy fat sax”}
boy stop!

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