Big Tymers - #1 lyrics

Chorus (2x):(Mannie Fresh) All the n***as was, buck, buckin' in the crowd And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud Go number 1 Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba Go number 1 Old ig-nant motherf**er Verse 1: (Baby) (Come on, you ridin' this dick) Yo, f** being a prince I'm the king of the south It's the birdman daddy stick the gag in ya mouth It's the, Boss Hog, known Big Dawg The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg You see that, four pound, ga-round, and round round banana clip and I shut your hood down See I floss like Jewelry (stay broke like Woodie) It's the number 1 daddy, look for carpet and pully See I shine like feet, 23's for me 24's on the truck and leave on dub streets See I wipe a b**h down Then dribble on the hoe And touch her from her head, from her waist to her toe Now buckle up Ma it's time to ride out G-waggin' daddy , I keeps it down south Escalade truck, in the back, and it's nasty Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it's a Caddy Chorus(2x) Verse 2: (Mannie Fresh) Let me holla at these n***as that went out bad They jumped in the magazine and showed they a** But it ain't nothin' but stunna to bust a n***a a** When I jumped off the porch, y'all were still on the gra** (Biotch) n***a gave me a shot and gave me a gun Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun But A,A- the be -I the I-I You motherf**a! (f**a) s** a d-iock You Motherf**a! (f**a) Ba- Ba- Bubba Motherf**a ! Them hoes be sayin' (Women: You a dirty motherf**a) See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome The j**els, the ice, ears, the arm The ???, the Lui, the Gucci, the berry The swine, the mink, let's get it together The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters The guns, the pistol, automatic n***as Ak, nine glocks, mackin' left n***as It's the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds You betta understand because these hoes all minors (You better Biotch!) It's the Ma- Ma- Mannie Mannie Fresh n***a (The f** with this n***a!) Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western n***a! Spin yo block on 24's n***a Woman: Stunna Stunna Mannie: I'm known to havin' hoes n***a! Chorus Verse 3 : I went from, teach to streets, to solvin' this beef n***a gave me my shot, November the nuts ski Aye aye 19 that is (Woooo) See them tattoo tears See I'm a known deep boy with the dope in the frig It's me Lac and Stone and all my kids Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig (Woooooo Weeeee!) Jaguar that is See I'm world wide grindin' and I'm tryin' to live You know how it is when you got the kids You gots to go home and get it how you live Ain't got no money so you pick at eye lids Turn around the corner and you askin' why You fought everybody cause you stupid a** high Asked mom for money you dumb motherf**a (f**a) She find out in jail and you back this summa (summa) Chorus 4x