Текст песни Big Dawgs - Fatha Ferg

I'm in the range like a Land Rover
President like Cleve Grover
Roc-A-Fella like Jay Hova
Split you 2 ways better than Motorola
My money comin in hot while y'all freezing on the corna
We'll invade yo block like Germany did Belgium
Truck full white with a pocket full green
Don't fuck with fake bitches they body ain't nothin but a scheme
Can't knock y'all hustle we all out for 1 thing
Ferg and Fame doin big thangs
We them big dawgs, tell em Fame

Listen homie I'm the big dawg
You don't wanna get me ticked off
Cause I'm a let it off
Hit yo chick head knock her wig off
Gotta big gun and a big car
Drive a big body like a thick broad
I don't never sleep I don't drift off
I be on point like Chris Paul
Niggas bite the style got me pissed off
You a bedbug get flicked off
I'm a head cause that's what bread does
I be gettin money like Rick Ross
No drug money I'm legit dawg
But my boys will still get it off
Beez in the trap like Nicki said got the joint jumpin like Kris Kross
No lie I take no loss
When it's competition I go soft
I get around let the toast off
Make me put you u down like an old dog
Got it on the side like coleslaw
Always strapped up I don't raw
Always strapped up like dike sex
Mic check this the roll call

We them niggas so who y'all
Like dirty ratchets get tossed
Yo girl said I'm cold as fuck, I put my carrot in her face Jack Frost
So many bitches on my dick ain't no room for y'all niggas so hop off
I went to store bought theraflu my flo still sick, cough cough
Listen up cause I'm pissed off
I'm the 1 y'all flipped off
Looked pass lik I'm ass
Gets no love but I support y'all
Therefore we're not same
Big ups to my nigga Fame
A Box nigga who'll box niggas and I'll box a nigga wit a 12 gauge
I'm goin ape shit, rampage
I was rock bottom, Dwayne
Like I got choked slammed from hell from top of the cage from Kane
I got the heat in my cavalier goin LA call me King James
See me in traffic switch lanes
Doin a buck 50 in the HOV lane

Rob a nigga for his gold chain
Hit a head shot he ain't got no brain
Gotta chopstick no lo mein
I'm a locksmith I'm a old trade
Got the game locked I run track
Devin Hester wit the run back
Hit his spine if he do live he'll be walkin around with the hunchback
I'm takin off like a launch pad
I can box too hands dumb fast
Cause my nigga Ferg we gonna put in work give em smoke til our lungs bad
Full clip when that gun clap
I'm a let off the whole thing
Yo girl wit you she get hit too these bullets ain't got no names

No rags to riches, just check to check to chump change
Y'all niggas ass, spitting poo stains
Gettin gassed up, propane
Think y'all on fire? Even Rick Bobby said no mane
Shake and bake them wack rhymes I'm all raw cocaine
Raised by a single mother who tried to give me everything
Birthday in February tax time, cha-Ching
Y'all niggas pussy, that's right no ding a ling
Y'all runnin shit? I'm stoppin shit
Yall goin down, pulled hamstring

Ok, let me do my damn thing
Bake niggas like damn beans
Not a fake nigga but when I snake chick they be comin back like damn fiens
Tryin to interfere wit the grand scheme
I'll smack the boy til my hand sting
Flow dozen hot no carotene
I Keep it solid like the hand ring
That's solid gold
They sleepin on me like they gotta cold takin NyQuil
The level that the boy is on right now probably higher than yo damn light bill
Nigga I leg drop Hulk Hogan
Elbow drop to Macho Man
Barrel out stick it in his mouth I'm Mankind wit the Socko hand

Ferg and Fame doin big thangs
We them big dawgs, ain't shit change
Ferg and Fame doin big thangs
We them big dawgs, ain't shh change
Ferg and Fame
Ferg and Fame
Ferg and Fame
Ferg and HIGH VOLUME