pay the pointer, shawty know that I ain't playing Boom shakalaka, here comes the chief Like I smoke good with T-pain, Snoop the weed doctor Big 808
I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O to the kizay Poppin big tags with the flow
groove, mama Get on the floor and move your booty, mama We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma (Wha?) La la la la la We the big town stompas and big
the shore I see the big chief standing on the shore I ask my mama what they're crying for I saw a black cloud hanging in the sky I saw a big black cloud
Right down through the Middle Ages Planet Earth kept going through changes And then no renaissance came And times continued to change Nothing stayed the same But there were always renegades Like Chief
Well, a Cherokee chief as he dances along He does an Indian boogie to a white man's song Singin' hey ho a lina, hey ho a lina A well a hey ho a lina,
the Big Kahuna I got the whole shebang I got the champagne and the ha, ha (Ah) You know who we are Get down with the party (Wanna hang) I'm the Big
B My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki", yeah It didn't sound legit but still we chanced it And if it came through, we hit a big lick, 11-
, just let a brother smoke Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just got some things to do Back on the creep after losin' some change Seen my partner [unverified], Big Chief
's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief
Uh, tell ya Lil' J is down with us The boy Big Chief is down with us The nigga California is down with us You know the boy Brad is down with us The boy Big
' from the boogie And shittin' on the crowds 'cause they jive fakin' woody Yeah, tre shots of life for all night you dig it Camp-ah hotta pinata, too big
the chief got soul to soul Me and the chief got slowly stoned Ohh, me and the chief got soul to soul Ohh, me and all the chiefs get slowly stoned I
i cant feel my face and i open up your top now the now the kid wastin ya intelligence the lil that u had im the big bad wolfs dad homie no comparin me
look) And I'ma help u build up ur account (That's a good look, better yet a hood look) (But ladies that's a good look) Believe me When ur in those big
cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip 'Cuz we do big
' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin' wit the windows up I be the young dude Chief into kung-fu with sun-do
your friends, you can trust this I know you heard how we run tris, but I want one chic Don thick with the big hips,joe will have a hoe Screaming "fat niggas got big