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    BIG TYMERS

    Big Money Heavywight 2003 ©

    Against The Wall

    Hey Fresh!
    We back at it baby


    Here baby doll, up against the wall
    And through the sound, he broke it down
    Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
    I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
    But I wanna go home with you, girl



    I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand
    But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands
    In a long truck, Cadillac
    Surround sound, front to back
    "Forever? Forever, ever?"
    Forever, ever black
    Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine
    Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine!
    Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um
    If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um


    Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer
    Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders
    Nothin' but red whips and all them candy
    Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye
    Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks
    Got work, go to work, nigga count that
    Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind
    Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin'


    Here baby doll, up against the wall
    And through the sound, he broke it down
    Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
    I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
    But I wanna go home with you, girl



    I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good
    I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood
    Four amplifiers, four 24 tires
    Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire
    In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy
    Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in
    Look at me!


    Let me slide and ride and get inside
    And take you to my hood where it's do or die
    Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes
    Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime
    Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind
    Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes
    Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine
    Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind


    Here baby doll, up against the wall
    And through the sound, he broke it down
    Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
    I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
    But I wanna go home with you, girl



    Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl
    Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go
    Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle
    Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap
    Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home
    But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend


    See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride?
    When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die?
    When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly?
    But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me
    Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets
    Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh
    Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set
    I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best


    Here baby doll, up against the wall
    And through the sound, he broke it down
    Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
    I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
    But I wanna go home with you, girl

    2003 ©




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