Текст песни Mr. Bigg Son - Lyrik

What kinda question is dat?
"Why you lyin' nigga? Dat ain't yo' Daddy!"
Shhpp... aww gurrrlll
"How'd you get yo' hair so long?"
I let it grow, whatcha talkin' bout?
"Was yo' Daddy really a Pimp?"
"Damn, Kiera!!!"
"Touch da' chain?"
Naw, you can't touch it
"Nigga, yiu thank you da' shit, don't ya'?"
Naw, you think I'm da' shit?
"Play one of yo' Daddy's songs?"
Which one?
"'Hoe Check' my favorite song"
Dat's my favorite song, too
"Why you call yoself 'Lyrik'?"
Dat's my name
"Old raggedy ass lyrics!"
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Gon' 'head talka 'bout Hoes (Wait, hold on)
Was yo' Daddy's eye real & if it
Was, how did ya' know? (My Dad, nigga)
You know yo' Daddy, he was wild, he might as well take his time
Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Well, gon' 'head & take it to trial
Oh, well, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Gon' talk about Hoes
Was yo' Daddy's eye real & how did ya' know? (My Pops, nigga)
You know yo' Daddy, he was wild, he might as well take his time
Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Well, gon' 'head & take it to trial
These niggas & bitches axe too many questions
To tell tha' truth, it startin' to irritate me
Jus' like my Daddy, Son of a legend,
Well look at me! A legend in the makin'
Fuck these niggas, they be instigatin'
Was dead broke, now I'm gettin' paper
Sleep dissin', boy, you been a hater
Dey ask da' questions, lemme demonsrate
Was yo' Daddy's eye real?
Did his Crack really taste like ribs?
Did he really go on tha' road fo' a bid?
Did he really rap tha' shit that he lived?
These niggas axe too many questions
These bitches will fuck for a mention
Water on me got me drippin'
???? on me wit' da' stitches
Hold on, he really did have seven cars that was parked in da' projects
He really did used to sell Crack tasted better than Roger's
He really did have a diamond eye worth two hunna thousand
He really did used to pimp Hoes, betta go ask yo' Momma
Hold on, look, fuck dat shit, Imma flex on 'em
Gonna walk in da trap wit a check on me
Gonna walk in da mall wit a check on me
All dis ice on me, got my neck hurt
You can axe anybody, I'm guinea??
Gettin' money, I don't care 'bout you dissin'
You a gangster, but you up in yo' feelin's
Who fresher? See me, let's get it
Young nigga, bad to tha' bone
Long hair, pocket full o' stones
I'm clutchin', don't know what you want
They questionin' me what you want
Young nigga, bad to tha' bone
Long hair, pocket full o' stones
I'm clutchin', don't know what you want
They questionin' me what you want
Talk to me, talk to me
Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Gon' 'head talka 'bout Hoes (Wait, hold on)
Was yo' Daddy's eye real & if it
Was, how did ya' know? (My Dad, nigga)
You know yo' Daddy, he was wild, he might as well take his time
Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Well, gon' 'head & take it to trial
Oh, well, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Gon' talk about Hoes
Was yo' Daddy's eye real & how did ya' know? (My Pops, nigga)
You know yo' Daddy, he was wild, he might as well take his time
Oh, you Mr. Bigg's Son fo' real?
Well, gon' 'head & take it to trial
"Uh-Uh nigga, you got me fucked up"
"I don't gove a fuck, who yo' muthafuckin' Daddy is!"
"You ain't gonna treat me like I'm just any fuckin' body"
"Ole 'rappin' like I'm trappin" ass"
"Fuck yo' chain bitch!"
"Don't touch my baby!"
"You lucky I got respect fo' Mr. Bigg,
Or I tell my Baby Daddy catch yo' ass off
Kinna?? Street and shoot yo' broke pawn ass!"