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    BIG TYMERS

    How You Luv That 1998 ©

    Suga & Pac, Puff & Big

    Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds
    Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown
    Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
    We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
    Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
    Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us
    Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us
    Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
    Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
    the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
    back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all
    Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
    Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
    Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
    Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
    We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
    I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
    Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract
    Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
    Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
    We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
    Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac


    Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
    Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million


    Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
    Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns
    Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
    You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
    Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
    It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
    We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
    Embassy playboy to hide our riches
    Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches
    He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter
    And if you you fuck wit him
    I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
    And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
    It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
    wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
    Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
    and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me
    Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
    I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill
    It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
    cause we keep it real nigga, believe that


    Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
    Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?


    I got love for my nigga Baby
    He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
    Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
    Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
    B.G. and Baby, livin good pah
    We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
    Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
    We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog


    Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
    What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
    My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
    Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die
    Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve
    Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells
    Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell
    I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes
    cause I knew he'a be major at one time
    Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
    It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar


    Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
    Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
    Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
    Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
    Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
    Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?


    Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
    We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
    We clockin it's all gravy
    If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
    We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
    Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
    It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
    We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga
    Get it how you live playboy
    How you luv that nigga?
    If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga
    I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
    How's that look nigga? That's a hundred
    I done put two hundred G's on my grill
    My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit
    Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes
    How you luv that playboy?
    Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles
    Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more
    Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's
    Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's
    Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's
    Nigga homes costin two mill-ion
    Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators
    Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters
    It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?
    Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)

    1998 ©




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