We havin big thangs
Ice Cube, the only n***a that can bring Too short out of retirement
Representin money
Hmm, beeitch
Verse One: Ice Cube, Too short
Wise crackin felines, unh
Can a n***a 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 p**y-willow
Janked a** penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin
I'm tha n***a 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 a** (fat a**)
Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all
They call me short, but I got a big dick in my drawers
I feel like a giant sometimes, b**h 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 b**h out the game
Chorus:
We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
Big thangs baby (short 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 short
Now how can I let this b**h run it?
When her a** ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)
Tricks we take sh**s at the rents, we don't get excited
Over long hair and big tits
short Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak
We the richest n***as that you gonna ever meet
We got bosses in the back, countin the stack
We got c*nts in the front with Hennesey and blunts
Now what you want?
She wanna get f**ed all night long, b**h what's up?
You know I got a tight song
Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong
But you ain't 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 p**y is just null and void
Do you really understand what I'm tellin you
Looks can be decieving, and b**h 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 short
You can try and figure out the new sh** we on
Before you break yourself, make yourself at home
Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, short 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 b**hes with big brains
b**hes with big brains, I went to Spelman College
To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge
But p**y is p**y from Bel-Air to the projects
b**h better s** my dick
Ain't nothin new, the game is old
You think the b**h is decent, and that's the same old ho
Used to f** the whole crew, we was ballin man
Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs
Chorus: same as Verse Two
Outro: Ice Cube, short Dawg
We off that heazy b**h
Beeeyyyitch
Hey short, give em yo part
b**h b**h b**h b**h make me rich
Do all that sh**
She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits
West-sieede. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!!