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big tymers – if you ridin’ lyrics

[baby] (talking):
mmmm-hhmmm… fa sho.
you do big th’angs when you a big tymer.
and even if you ain’t, n-gg-…
just keep grindin, n-gg-…
you really ain’t got ‘ta have golf b-lls,
you can have pebbles, you know…
but just have ya’ game on..

[lac & mannie fresh] (chorus):
lac: if you ridin’ on 16’s, then put that b-tch up!
mannie: twenties, dub deuces, ‘das how we do that there
ya’ll…
lac: if you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that
b-tch in!
mannie: get you a dime, that’s how you do the d-mn
thing friend…
lac: if your diamonds ain’t shining up, then put that
sh-t up!
mannie: 1-800-iceman… ice ya’self up…
lac: cutl-ss to the benz, monte carlo, im-pala!
mannie: dv-to the-dv-to the-dvd, you can holla!

[baby] (verse 1:) fa’ sho, n-gg-…
pull a lick today, and spend a house on somethin,
bought a green diamond, thirty karats for stuntin’
i’m the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game,
slide me two-hundred g’s and i’ll do anything…
i… done a lil’ bit of it all…
ma… how your son is known to ball…
i put twenty two’s on everything i call,
the jag, the bentley, rolls-royce, to house walls.
hung out with bobby.. ate breakfast with whitney,
made it official, new york is my city, n-gg-.
got a trophy from the game, ya’ll know my name,
baby.. numba’ one stunna, caught showing my thang,
got a house on the lake, i built from cake.
cooking pies and hustling perubian fakes,
i… put dub deuces on a avalanche truck.
i… break rules, cause i don’t give a f-ck.

[lac & mannie fresh] (chorus):
lac: if you ridin’ on 16’s, then put that b-tch up!
mannie: twenties, dub deuces, ‘das how we do that there
ya’ll…
lac: if you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that
b-tch in!
mannie: get you a dime, that’s how you do the d-mn
thing friend…
lac: if your diamonds ain’t shining up, then put that
sh-t up!
mannie: 1-800-iceman… ice ya’self up…
lac: cutl-ss to the benz, monte carlo, im-pala!
mannie: dv-to the-dv-to the-dvd, you can holla!

[stone & lac] (verse 2):
[stone]
mercedes on twenty-two’s that cost a half-a-mill,
me and baby be comin’ through here like, “ya’ll rappers
for real?”
nah, i be slingin’ blocks, totin’ two twin glocks,
pushin’ a 600 benz, rims spin when i stop…
jock, it’s alright, you see the watch – all ice,
like, i just copped the porsche box, three-trim with
the frog lights,
then it’s all white, kitted with the chrome, small
pipes,
with killa’ stone on the left, and hot boys on right.

[lac]
n-gg-, i be ridin’ in some z-71 type sh-t,
limo tinted, cause i’m creepin’ with a fine bright
b-tch,
aston martin got a new thing that i just might get,
and if puffy give a party he invitin’ my clique,
we gon’ pop that sh-t, say whodi where the bottles at?
“how low? who this is?” i’m with stunna, b-tch, holla
back.
princess and baguettes to out shine you c-ck sucka’s
ridin’ on some ferris wheel’s – bigger than a
m-th-f-cka!

[lac & mannie fresh] (chorus):
lac: if you ridin’ on 16’s, then put that b-tch up!
mannie: twenties, dub deuces, ‘das how we do that there
ya’ll…
lac: if you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that
b-tch in!
mannie: get you a dime, that’s how you do the d-mn
thing friend…
lac: if your diamonds ain’t shining up, then put that
sh-t up!
mannie: 1-800-iceman… ice ya’self up…
lac: cutl-ss to the benz, monte carlo, im-pala!
mannie: dv-to the-dv-to the-dvd, you can holla!

[mannie & mikkey] (verse 3):
[mannie fresh]
rims… 22… chick… 22… d-ck about 22,
playboy… now who the f-ck are you?
i’m mister two-door coupes,
is that the cracker-gator boots?
with the two-piece gucci suits,
2-way hangin’ off the loops…
za-zugga-zane… za-zugga-zugga-zugga-zang…
give me the watch, the bracelet, and the chain.
f-ck – your bentley, too slow – ya heard?
lamborghini in first.. clah-clock, room-vroom..
skkkkiiirrrrrt!

[mikkey]
you know mikkey play the air ones loosely laced,
so i might lose a shoe when the groupies chase,
the coupe be straight, truth-ly, i prefer the ‘range,
the s-x be feelin’ great, but i prefer the brains,
we got dolla’s by the billions, choppa’s by the
buildin’s,
chances of falling off – is slimm like ronald williams.
holla! you can find me changin’ lanes in the aston,
leaning back with your dame laughing… (haha…)
c’mon!

[lac & mannie fresh] (chorus):
lac: if you ridin’ on 16’s, then put that b-tch up!
mannie: twenties, dub deuces, ‘das how we do that there
ya’ll…
lac: if you ride with an ugly chick, then trade that
b-tch in!
mannie: get you a dime, that’s how you do the d-mn
thing friend…
lac: if your diamonds ain’t shining up, then put that
sh-t up!
mannie: 1-800-iceman… ice ya’self up…
lac: cutl-ss to the benz, monte carlo, im-pala!
mannie: dv-to the-dv-to the-dvd, you can holla!


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