[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!!!!!!!!!!!!
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