Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Sunday Night lyrics

rate me

Believe it, playboy

You know we the # 1 stunnas

How you diggin' that, nigga

Look, look-

Went to Miami - bought a Lam', and sure 'nough

My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs

Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags

If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't fast

Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads

Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy

Mercedes trucks

Lexus trucks

Cadillac trucks

All the best for your buck

Six TV's with DVD's

Twenty-G's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me

We shine and floss

We pay the boss

Ten-G's a night - we buyin' the ball

But one thing, nigga: things ain't changed

Find me at a second line doin' my thing

I'm rockin' ice

I pocket pipe

Corner pocket goin' down - we gon' be there tonight

It's wall-to-wall

Killers and dogs

Niggas actin' crazy - they ready to ball

They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph

Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south

They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph

They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south

See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit

You get outta line, we'll kill you quick

See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit

You get outta line we'll kill you quick

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Shorty, shit don't stop - nigga, keep it real

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

Look,

Now who Whee?

The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat

You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak

You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off

Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off

I will buy Bentley - body real wide

Sixteen with no license - still drive

That's a wild fella

Watch your wife - I'll sell her

I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor - loud yellow

Dubs on skinnies - yeah, killin' ya

Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder

Niggas ridin' big body Benz - stop it

I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' - top this

I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home."

Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons

Open up the back - sound got they damn head achin'

Me - I'm in the back seat playin' a Playstation

What!

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

That remote - hand it here

Trucks with chandeliers

He don't have America Online up in here

Lay it down when I park it

Iceberg carpet

Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this."

Ascursion from thirty feet away

Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"

"You heard where he live at?"

"Piranhas and iguanas - marble and glass."

"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'KISS MY ASS'."

Niggas motherfuck it

I take the St. Bernard project and gut it

and make it into one big crib

And when you pass in separate ward, scream out,

"That's where Mannie Fresh live!"

Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy

Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy."

VCR - nigga, please - unhook it

Run the DVD when the satellite crooked

Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen

a big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?

Chromed-out amplifiers

Twenty-two inch tires

I don't want them - I want the fiber optic wires

I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires

What?

How you love that

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Wodie, shit don't stop - y'all keep it real

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Shorty, shit don't stop - let's keep it real

Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night

Man, shit don't stop - keep it real

Understand

We gon' keep this real

Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000

I'ma (?), I ain't goin' nowhere

For sure, Fresh

Without a doubt, playboy

I meant that shit

Ball 'til you fall

Believe that, nigga

They gon' clone my ass

It's gon' be

about eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'

Without a doubt

They can't get rid of me

Feel that shit

And I'm gone

You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain

You can kiss my watch

You can kiss my belt

You can kiss my shoes

But don't put your lips on me

It ain't like that

We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy

Dip one up

We gon' dip one up platinum

Right now

If y'all can see, you gon' see

nothin' but a brown-skin nigga

dip platinum

Grill platinum

Nothin' but ice

Nothin' but ice

Ice everywhere

Ten karats in my grill

And I keeps it real

How you love that nigga

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