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| 2. |
| 3:38 |
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| 3. |
| 4:25 |
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| 4. |
| 3:51 | 
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(Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking)
Oh!, y'all been tellin some lies 'bout your penile region (*laughing*) (Female voice: F**k me up here) (*mixed*) That's what I heard from your girl, boy (Break - Female voice) We like a great big Johnson - 4X (Verse 1) Big momma please don't give me drama 'bout my love hummer If you ain't pleased, then tell me what I need If you lie, I'll play the naive guy Tell me ten strong, you got a closer look I know I ain't ten long, but that's okay You call me Big Daddy anyway And make me feel good 'bout my medium wood She got her eyes closed, rockin me well Tryin hard to get a nut, while she callin me Denzel But oh well, get it Halle Berry, get it Halle Berry, get it Two can play the games in a fantasy thing And only five percent of men got nine and up But eighty-five percent say they can't fit a cup, now what up? Somebody gotta be lyin, cause I am Claimin bout twelve on the hit-me scale But the truth is the six to eight range, you hang Just like the average Joe Plain, fool (Chorus - Female voice) + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (uh huh) Bring length (yeah), tonight (uh) If not, bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ladies, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Verse 2) Now every entertainer claims hung but not wanted Mister Being-less-than-a-female's-best But have you seen a John Holmes movie? Got the double digit wide with a pack of porno groupies! Well my girl did, she stayed glued to dude He swingin fourteen inches and the remote she clenches But she's my Misses but she's his tonight And did I tell you John Holmes was white? Uh oh, we can't let the urban legends die Cause I be Mandingo and he be the gringo It ain't supposed to go like this, it was goin well Eight was swell, but fourteen brings hell But I can't compete with this feat, so must I eat the ultimate burger, I clicked on a cursor Triple W dot Ginseng dot com Tryna drop bombs, lay it down and hit in like John (Chorus - Female voice) + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (uh) Bring length, tonight (*laughing*) If not, bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (What they like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ha, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Well say that then) We like a great big Johnson (Verse 3) You can blame it on the Internet, its too much access To big studs lookin for quick love and hugs They used to only have magazines with a three inch punk in a centerfold His pee-pee's cold But oh no my ego shrunk, when they got hunks Big J Peg, beef strapped to his leg No strings attached to the ride Plus they only touch with they feminine side, so why try But I bought tools from the tools store I heard the revolutions per minute, can make up for dippin in it Ain't no shame in my game, you could make to claim You say your layin the pipe, but pay attention to your wife Lover man .. Come home from work and John Holmes be sittin up in your thing about fourteen inches deep And you standin in the doorway lookin at three and a half (*laughing*) (Chorus - Female voice) + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (bring white?) Bring length (huh?), tonight (say what?) If not (yeah), bye bye We like, we like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon, chicks) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon, chicks) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (What you like?) We like a great big Johnson (Ladies, what you like?) We like a great big Johnson (C'mon) We like a great big Johnson |
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| 3:27 |
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| 3:35 |
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| 7. |
| 3:16 |
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| 8. |
| 1:52 |
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| 9. |
| 3:25 |
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| 3:22 |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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| 12. |
| 3:40 |
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| 13. |
| 3:51 |
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| 14. |
| 3:09 |
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How you like your game, baby?
You wanna sell hot? I make this game resonate baby, yeah resonate Chorus: C'mon c'mon I put the ball in balla I made it resonate I put the pop in these girls and made 'em shake I put the b in the game and kept it true No cock blockin' this game for you New star, big cars, some of this game with a big cigar Cashmeire, cat fat, six foot broads standin' on stacks I understand, no plan, you stole my banner, southern 'bama Sellin lies when you was dumb and broke You never had a topknot, joke! It was the shit you spoke No rhythm in your spittin' I don't need no bling things to make my game swing Your game is runnin' tight but your motor pings I make it resonate Chorus x2 You drive a nice truck, Escallade Gotta show 'em all you're paid But the truth is you're lackin' what you're mackin' if you're paper fed Your payins last to fuck 'em If you're broke then can you trust 'em Give her diamonds and a beeper but you can't keep her She gets the benefits Go on, girl, treat that man like a bitch! Takin' from the rich, Robin Hood Get it back to your crib Another rap star slaving to this game he claim he's saving Cut his legs when he's shaving cause he bitch made I make it resonate Chorus x2 I make it resonate Rap's first super-balla Yeah, before y'all could spell balla, I was ballin', fool Blew 15 large in the 80's, nickrally You work a max scheme, clean Bought her that Lexus, bought it in Texas Just like Dada bought you a mansion in Nevada Situation bleak, your girl got a new physique You got a baby comin', wife naggin, bought a Taurus station wagon Aha! Put em on the glass and made your ass a balla! Now you got a naggin' wifey and a toddler, ahah! Don't wanna be a playa no more? Mack with your mouth and match your dollas I swing a mean verb, big word, some if this game you've heard I gotta hear it, your appearance shakin' Daddy's lyrics I ain't an OG, I'm an OP, original player Papi gran-D, I signed your wife's booty, remember me?! Chorus til end |
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| 4:05 |
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It's nasty thug, I want to sit on his face.
Nasty girl forchema He's so nasty. Poppi grande oooo Fachorma poppi grande Fachorma poppi grande Ey ey ey ey Fachorma poppi grande Ey o meo Fachorma poppi grande Tambien grande Ball hall dirty dog, look at these balls put em on polls. Never get sprung by another mans song Come to my room, I want your poon need it soon. You sexy roo who whoo, my car got boo hoo hoom. It's my duty to move these boodies Insanes we bang bang I push this thing trough, they shoot out of these coops Your girlfrieds giving me drawers you can baud. Use a fake player sayers Use a tight ryme sayer. Fachorma poppi grande Fachorma poppi grande Fachorma poppi grande Rack em and stack em, the way I lack em, but don't you slap em. Pushing his wind through the popper stopper. Sang loops Daddy large is hard for brods got a big wad Poppi Grande Rack em and stack em, the way I lack em Hit it and put me to sleep Daddy ride I'm a go with the frisco freak show, big rack stack like that Go home Go home Get back when you hear that page Go home Cause you's engaged Big dadday large, look it up hard Some of those dance come medium hard Beggin you to make him a starter Audit you bought Groupies here's my order In the back of this caddy pulling this johnny mack bone. They call me poppi grande ooo |
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