set your bed Fuck it, I'm shiesty, yo, there's kids to be fed Little dunn-dunn's got me goin' hard for the lump sum Bite the hand that feed you and I
born with a shot glass in my hand I'm part hippie a little redneck I'm always a suspect My blood line made me who i am. Daddy never finished school
two older brothers, one hood, one good An independent older sister got me fly when she could But they all didn't see, the little bit of sadness in me
into the little kids So I curse like a sailor and I smoke weed I am exactly who in all the rappers kids be And who they love hands to the universe Pop
that ho So at that I tell you mind your biz Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids Before ya kids be pumpin' my work, bitch doin' the jerk Get down
kids be yelling "You the mayne, Big" He ain't no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit Man I tell him suck my dick then choke on a nut Cause when they see me
shit drop in my sessions Oh that's ya favorite car? I buy it out (cash) Oh that's ya favorite bitch? I try it out SWimmin' in ya girl, then she handed me
you make me say [x3] oh you make me say [x3] [Chorus:] I'm from the East Coast but I'm falling so hot a nigger got me crib walking I'm from the suburbs
your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist Ring the Alarm, I got Charm like a neck-a-lace Tell me
rubing yo body up on me girl I wont tell u to get off and I aint fakin when you rubin yo hands through my hair got me fellin amazing yo thick thighs
up Because amos and archie had started barking That made me very angry Because I wasn't feeling well and I told them I was very cross the real me That
slap me Jack, we sat down in the back of the class to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps
Impossible raw woman, I you know you're all too hard to please I can help you, will you only ask me kindly Don't make me get down on my knees God bless
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
't even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me Nah don't step nigga, march with me To the steps of the court building Like
we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like
, now baby tell me how you feel? Tryna run from me, then she brought it back to me (4x) Okayy [Verse 3 - Legacy] Woah she got to watch it if she skeet on me
nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids sittin on dollars And I ain't even a father, nigga Call me