We havin big thangs
Ice Cube, the only n***a that can bring Too $hort out of retirement
Representin money
Hmm, beeitch
Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort
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 $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers
I feel like a giant sometimes, b**h don't stare
You'll go blind from my diamonds
Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin
Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the b**h out the game
Chorus:
We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
Big thangs baby ($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 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
$hort 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 $hort
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, $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 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, $hort Dawg
We off that heazy b**h
Beeeyyyitch
Hey $hort, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!