big dirty – chack ya’ self lyrics
you see this sh-t right here?! man this that yeain’t even know
this that million dollar fish scale blow
i don’t know what to say
this that find me in the back of a police car rolling up a jay
take me back to 96 before i was born
sitting in the womb growing horns
ain’t n-body normal
but i’m a little less standard than all of yall
that’s why i got more b-tches on me than an exercise ball
hot diggity diggy hey
everyday i more of em floating in the bay
more foreign exotic b-tches and kilos of ‘caine
thick women with fat -sses and small brains
give me brains, give me brains
walk up on the jeweller like give me every one of the gold chains
gimme gimme never gets
unless you got that 32 shot clip under your tech
you better check ya’ self
you better, hope you in good health, uh uh
you better check on yourself, before you wreck on yourself, uh
et phone home phone home
so much smoke i might f-ck up the ozone
told yo lil b-tch go home
you couldn’t even get the number to my old phone
hit yo -ss with a combo
just for talking sh-t then i do the mambo
dance off in the night
f-ck yo chick they call me alfonzo
smoking that grape sh-t
destined for great sh-t
when i’m in the booth i go apesh-t
ain’t with none of that f-ckin fake sh-t
i don’t go to chinatown no mo
got that sack and a stick like a hobo
smoke so much dro call the popo
driving off with your b-tch you screaming don’t go
i’m mc hammer with the bricks
you can’t touch this we 2 legit
give gorillas banana clips
i’m always with a spanish b-tch
i roll up in the 64′
hit yall -ss with that rib blow
i knew you was fake from get go
when you got so scared of my pitbull
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