Big Tymers - Drivin' Em Lyrics

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[Mannie Fresh]

Drivin in a Benz, in the nest

Coming in this motherfucker, turning motherfuckin necks

Going back in the superstretch

Just checkin how many fly bitches I can catch

Ride motherfucker and you gonna know

Seeing some ladies hanging out the window

Let the interior look reign

18 inches whippers look like so much pain

I'ma mac like Moley the one and only

I'm a fuck like daddy look pretty like Tony

See a hoe, bitch, shit

You gotta stop on the corner when you see a state cop

For the niggas in the night they call drag, I'ma fool and be cool

With an automatic click clack

I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger

Mama gonna dress and you all be better

In the middle of the night it's on

It's hot call Frank and meet you at the spot

Cash Money rules every thing around

If you represent U.P.T. your downtown

[Baby]

Bitch I thought knew they call me Baby

Hoes drive me crazy

Money is a must, coats slanging

Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars

I mini Benz, expeditions and other cars

I look so pretty, and I'd fuck these hoes

On the grill with a mouth full of gold

Bitches know, I'll let cha know on tape enough shit

Those lamborgini niggas know shit

And I love these hoes that suck dick

Big Tymers for life enough g's on my rolex

From acorn the magazine

And she was seen homie giving brains behind it homie

It's was nice with the ice, they call me Baby

These bitches know my game is tight

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[Larell]

Who can file for most of the squash

Blast through the door and get your ass tossed

Every nigga on the map on acasion lose every nigga in them hallways

Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision

'cause you don't want them to hit cha bitcha

Me in the coop, ya'll in the hall

Ya'll on the crawl so I gots to ball

I'm in the yearbook

When I was at booker t party of the year 1993

My satisfaction is, I've never been a problem

See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em

When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know

On the door start looking for sure

And if you want to start something

With my kliq it's cool 'cause chop off all your dicks

Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live

The third door from the hum drums

Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we'll some

You won't see us in the tinted old car

Won'tcha ass be all fallin behind

But you got luck that's why you got behind

Time is running out for you fools

Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out

And slash your fuckin leather

Get a seperate shit better, whether

Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip

'cause uptown for life is the motherfuckin shit

[Lil Wayne]

I'm the little one with the skrilla that's off the rilla

'cause killas get punked on the start of pilas

Nigga it's me Hot Boy show

Head tilted to the right, I'll be right next store

Nigga you know me from the true store

I die slow 'cause the bullets, are old

Niggas fall to the floor, ain't a slug to touch

Too bad little nigga say what

Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle

I'm on fire so they tried to chill it

Tell em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake

Creep like a slave and take all the bait

Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10

110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind

I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend

Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind

Better watch your children, are they all in?

I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting

The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in

Jesus please come see us in the speeder

I jump out with gun in the freezer

Plus your boys won't go

They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know

Huh huh wha wha nigga

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