Big Thangs

[Featuring Ice Cube, Too $hort]

Intro:

We havin big thangs

Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement

Representin money

Hmm, beeitch

Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort

Wise crackin felines, unh

Can a nigga make a bee-line?

to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya

Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow

Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow

Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin

I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin

Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check?

Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet

I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash

Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass)

Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all

They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers

I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare

You'll go blind from my diamonds

Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin

Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game

Chorus:

We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)

Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube)

We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)

Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe)

Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort

Now how can I let this bitch run it?

When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)

Tricks we take shits at the rents, we dont get excited

over long hair and big tits

$hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak

we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet

We got bosses in the back, countin the stack

We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts

Now what you want?

She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up?

You know I got a tight song

Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong

but you aint got no features, this can't go on

You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed

You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void

Do you really understand what I'm tellin you

Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you

Chorus: add additional line

Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee

(repeat 2X)

Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort

You can try and figure out the new shit we on

Before you break yourself, make yourself at home

Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks

We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs

to the salary, that'll be cash or charge

So large, got a whole floor actin mirage

We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains

of big beautiful bitches with big brains

Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College

To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge

But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects

Bitch better suck my dick

Ain't nothin new, the game is old

You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe

Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man

Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs

Chorus: same as Verse Two

Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg

We off that heazy bitch

Beeeyyyitch

Hey $hort, give em yo part

Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Do all that shit

She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits

West-sieede. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!!