Lyrics It's All Big - Planet Asia
Yeah,
it's
a
heater,
Planet
As',
J.
Web
(Grand
Opening)
Worldwide,
we
gon'
take
this
one
from
the
West,
to
the
East
Knock
this
to
the
East,
to
down
South
It's
all
big
from
the
South,
to
overseas
(Put
your
radios
up)
Yeah,
c'mon
Knock,
knock
(Who's
at
the
door?)
It's
P.A.
baby
with
the
Don
and
the
Mo'
Now
honor
my
flow,
it's
fifteen
years
in
the
makin'
Now
it's
just
sixteen
beers
in
Jamaica
I'm
the
hip-hop
Barry
White
with
Hustler
tales
'Cause
my
voice
makes
honies
wanna
touch
theyselves
Just
give
it
to
me
girl,
shake
your
booty
ma
Make
a
nigga
wanna
turn
you
to
a
movie
star
Jacuzzi
in
the
car,
I'm
'bout
to
lose
it
y'all
Who
woulda
thought
your
baby
boy'd
be
a
superstar?
And
in
the
hood,
all
my
peoples
know
I
spit
it
hard
Two-thousand-and-what?
Y'all
cowards
'bout
to
get
a
bar
And
mines
is
gritty,
spent
a
lot
of
time
in
the
city
Mindin',
my
business,
grindin',
I'm
high-saditty
find
me
Now
that's
a
military
assignment
And
if
anybody
told
you
I
ain't
the
hottest
then
they
lyin'
Thirty
inch
rims
on
the
truck
(It's
all
big)
Bottles
poppin'
off
in
the
club
(It's
all
big)
After
party,
up
in
your
crib
(It's
all
big)
And
people
show
you
nothin'
but
love
(It's
all
big)
Next
day,
do
it
again
(It's
all
big)
This
time
you
and
your
friends
(It's
all
big)
No
need
to
worry
ma,
you
know
we
got
ends
(It's
all
big)
Stop
frontin'
girl,
just
hop
in
the
Benz
(It's
all
big)
Verse
two,
aiyyo,
I'm
R
A
W
E.S.T.
the
Acknickalous
one
The
greatest
man
alive!
I'm
just
stayin'
alive,
by
keepin'
y'all
sayin'
I'm
fly
Right,
right?
(True)
Word
bond
man,
really
tho'
I
never
mess
with
silly
hoes,
just
chicks
with
brains
At
your
local
college
dorms
we
sneak
past
the
R.A.'s
Hit
your
dame,
fast
in
a
flash,
quick
to
game
But
Young
As'
got
bars
to
tie
I'm
tryin'
to
get
enough
cash
to
buy
the
cars
that
fly
Airplanes
with
the
bars
inside
Thirty-thousand
feet
high
squad
deep
spittin'
bars
instead
PS2,
X
box,
see
my
crew
Make
suckers
wanna
be
that
cool
Lookin'
at
us
like
we
got
food
but
kick
rocks
once
the
heaters
move
But
back
to
the
song,
miras
move,
c'mon
Thirty
inch
rims
on
the
truck
(It's
all
big)
Bottles
poppin'
off
in
the
club
(It's
all
big)
After
party,
up
in
your
crib
(It's
all
big)
And
people
show
you
nothin'
but
love
(It's
all
big)
Next
day,
do
it
again
(It's
all
big)
This
time
you
and
your
friends
(It's
all
big)
No
need
to
worry
ma,
you
know
we
got
ends
(It's
all
big)
Stop
frontin'
girl,
just
hop
in
the
Benz
(It's
all
big)
Damn
girl!
Shake
it
then
you
go
back
it
up
When
God
made
you,
He
gave
the
whole
package
But
don't
trip,
I
was
born
to
work
it
with
no
practice
No
houses,
no
couches,
no
mattress
(Jayson
you
nasty!)
That's
what
they
tell
me,
but
Somehow
they
always
end
up
at
the
telly,
and
Somehow
their
good
lookin'
friends
start
trailin'
And
inhale
what's
in
the
other
room
that
they're
smellin'
Or
trailin'
just
because
of
what
their
home
girl
was
tellin'
So,
it's
only
right
I
keep
it
tight
and
take
care
of
'em
And,
you
can
have
'em
for
the
rest
of
your
life
But
I'm
just
tryin'
to
have
the
rest
of
the
night
Don't
need
no
stress
in
my
life
Don't
need
a
person
askin'
questions
to
fight
Speak
not
a
word
ma
unless
it's
polite,
'fore
I
invest
in
a
flight
'Cause
all
I
need
is
affection
tonight,
but
when
it's
over
It's
the
exit
aight?
Now
let's
ride
Thirty
inch
rims
on
the
truck
(It's
all
big)
Bottles
poppin'
off
in
the
club
(It's
all
big)
After
party,
up
in
your
crib
(It's
all
big)
And
people
show
you
nothin'
but
love
(It's
all
big)
Next
day,
do
it
again
(It's
all
big)
This
time
you
and
your
friends
(It's
all
big)
No
need
to
worry
ma,
you
know
we
got
ends
(It's
all
big)
Stop
frontin'
girl,
just
hop
in
the
Benz
(It's
all
big)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.