paroles de chanson Big Seven (Live) - Judge Dread
Big
Tymers
How
You
Luv
That
- Vol.
1
Suga
& Pac,
Puff
& Big
"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)
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2 Big Seven
3 Big Eight (Big 8)
4 Mind the Doors
5 Oh! She Is A Big Girl Now
6 Molly
7 Big Nine
8 Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt
9 Je T'aime
10 Look a Pussy
11 Big Ten
12 Come Outside
13 The Winkle Man
14 Y Viva Suspenders
15 Bring Back The Skins
16 End of the World
17 Up With The Cock
18 Big Punk
19 Dr. Kitch (Live)
20 Big Ten (Live)
21 Oh She Is a Big Girl Now (Live)
22 Big Seven (Live)
23 End of the World (Live)
24 Up with the Cock (Live)
25 Big Six (Live)
26 Dread Rock (Live)
27 Jamaica Jerk Off (Live)
28 Bring Back the Skins (Live)
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