Testo Against The Wall - Big Tymers
Testo della canzone Against The Wall (Big Tymers), tratta dall'album Big Money Heavyweight
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Ooh, oh, chka-chka-chka-chka
Wah, ooh
Hey, Fresh
We back at it
He had baby dolls up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Ordered one more Hypnotiq, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
I'm not your man, I'm a pimp, baby, please understand
But you hot and it not, so we can hold hands
In a long truck Cadillac, surround sound front to back
Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever, Black
Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine
Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine
Love her, leave her, go back and retrieve her
If the hair is bad, then I will weave her
Kicked back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer
Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders
Nothin' but red whips and all them candy
Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, ayy
Laid back in the Maybach, countin' stacks
Got work, go to work, nigga, count that
Summer shine, summertime and we on the grind
Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin'
He had baby dolls up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Ordered one more Hypnotiq, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good
I'm diamonds up against the wood, rich nigga from the hood
Four amplifiers, four twenty-four tires
Four professional liars, for sure, on fire
In an eight box Chevy (Woo), starch real heavy (Check me out)
Peanut butter reclinin' (Okay)
With the Steve Harvey linin' (Wah)
Look at me
Let me slide and ride and get inside
And take it to my hood where it's do or die
Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nicks and dimes
Chips is green, the liquor was hard as a crime
Custom machine, the dro be on my mind
Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes
Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine
Fresh stunner, bitch, respect my mind
He had baby dolls up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Ordered one more Hypnotiq, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it, girl
Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go
Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle
Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap
Goodbye, so long
I got to go, I'm goin' home
But to my favorite friend
Let's bump and grind next weekend (Ooh, pimp)
See you fuckin' with your boy, 'member who gon' ride?
When trouble hit the hood, nigga, who gon' die?
When shit get ugly, nigga, who gon' fly?
But when shit get bubbly, everybody wanna ride (Woo)
Benz, Lex, the coupe, the jet
Nigga, holla at the boy, bad pimp in the flesh
Back in Stone, D-boy, Third Ward's the set
I'm a worldwide shine, bitch, I drove the best, nigga
He had baby dolls up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Ordered one more Hypnotiq, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love up in the club
But I wanna go home with you
He had baby dolls up against the wall
And through the sound, he broke it down
Ordered one more Hypnotiq, and that's when he shot it
I'm not lookin' for love up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
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Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas
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