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    BIG TYMERS

    I Got That Work 2000 ©

    Sunday Night

    Believe it, playboy
    You know we the # 1 stunnas
    How you diggin' that, nigga
    Look, look-


    Went to Miami - bought a Lam', and sure 'nough
    My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
    Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
    If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't fast
    Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
    Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
    Mercedes trucks
    Lexus trucks
    Cadillac trucks
    All the best for your buck
    Six TV's with DVD's
    Twenty-G's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
    We shine and floss
    We pay the boss
    Ten-G's a night - we buyin' the ball
    But one thing, nigga: things ain't changed
    Find me at a second line doin' my thing
    I'm rockin' ice
    I pocket pipe
    Corner pocket goin' down - we gon' be there tonight
    It's wall-to-wall
    Killers and dogs
    Niggas actin' crazy - they ready to ball
    They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
    Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
    They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
    They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
    See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
    You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
    See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
    You get outta line we'll kill you quick


    Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Shorty, shit don't stop - nigga, keep it real

    Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real


    Look,
    Now who Whee?
    The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
    You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
    You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
    Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
    I will buy Bentley - body real wide
    Sixteen with no license - still drive
    That's a wild fella
    Watch your wife - I'll sell her
    I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor - loud yellow
    Dubs on skinnies - yeah, killin' ya
    Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
    Niggas ridin' big body Benz - stop it
    I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' - top this
    I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home."
    Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
    Open up the back - sound got they damn head achin'
    Me - I'm in the back seat playin' a Playstation
    What!


    Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

    Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real


    That remote - hand it here
    Trucks with chandeliers
    He don't have America Online up in here
    Lay it down when I park it
    Iceberg carpet
    Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this."
    Ascursion from thirty feet away
    Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
    "You heard where he live at?"
    "Piranhas and iguanas - marble and glass."
    "The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'KISS MY ASS'."
    Niggas motherfuck it
    I take the St. Bernard project and gut it
    and make it into one big crib
    And when you pass in separate ward, scream out,
    "That's where Mannie Fresh live!"
    Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
    Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy."
    VCR - nigga, please - unhook it
    Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
    Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
    a big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
    Chromed-out amplifiers
    Twenty-two inch tires
    I don't want them - I want the fiber optic wires
    I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires


    What?


    How you love that


    Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

    Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Wodie, shit don't stop - y'all keep it real

    Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Shorty, shit don't stop - let's keep it real

    Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
    Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
    Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
    Man, shit don't stop - keep it real



    Understand
    We gon' keep this real
    Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
    I'ma (?), I ain't goin' nowhere


    For sure, Fresh
    Without a doubt, playboy


    I meant that shit
    Ball 'til you fall


    Believe that, nigga


    They gon' clone my ass
    It's gon' be
    Huh?
    about eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'


    Without a doubt


    They can't get rid of me
    Feel that shit
    And I'm gone
    You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
    Without-
    You can kiss my watch
    Lick the ice
    You can kiss my belt
    Lick the ice
    You can kiss my shoes
    But don't put your lips on me
    Ice everywhere
    It ain't like that


    We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy


    Ahhh, good night


    Dip one up
    We gon' dip one up platinum
    Right now
    If y'all can see, you gon' see
    nothin' but a brown-skin nigga
    dip platinum
    Grill platinum
    Nothin' but ice
    Nothin' but ice
    Ice everywhere
    Ten karats in my grill
    And I keeps it real
    How you love that nigga

    2000 ©




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