Andre Harrell - Mr. Big Stuff lyrics

(Oho yeaheah Who do you think ou are?) (Who do you think you are?) I'm rough and tough and all that stuff I make ou dance and prance 'till you huff and puff There's just no way you can get enough Of me, your mister Big Stuff I'm the overweight-er, prince dominator MC Heavy D, constant weight gainer And since I choose, the weight not to lose I will stay this way so that I can bruise MC's around, who front and frown You go round for round, I go pound for pound At the end of the party when you sayin' goodnight Don't come to me and say: "Take it light", I'm your mister Big Stuff! (Who do you think you are? Oho, yeaheah) I'm a quick rhyme shooter, rap rookie, recruiter I always say could, never ever say coulda I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or all fat I get applause and awards every time I rap I love the way I am, I would never switch! I'm the greatest entertainer since a p**no flick You move and groove to my funky tune Party people, it's time to make a room for your mister Big Stuff (Who do you think you are? Oho, yeaheah) Rock it, Big Stuff, the record, me the mastermind A top dollar money better, go get a, designer A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser Girls come to me, say: "Heavy, let me squeeze ya" An incredible, overwight huggable Prince, a bold treat, that's why I'm so lovable I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin' Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin' They all want me, MC Hev D The more of the beef the more there is to squeeze Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D, youyr mister Big Stuff (Who do you think you are? Oho, yeaheah) Ediie F, break down! (Oho, yeheah) Now I'm the swing beat artist with sk**s to k** Money earnin' Mt. Vernon's where I live and vhill When I walk the streets, I get much respect Get hellos and what-nots from the young'uns and the vets 'Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin' 'Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin' Takin' dirty emcees away, I'm sweepin Got a tower, of power, MC's I devour Every second of the hour, I send'em to the shower I'm cool, noyt a fool, from the new school! Drinkin' brew by my pool, sittin' on my gold stool Gotta rock, that I drop, like a horse, on the trot When it comes to makin money, it takes what I got I know you're sayin' to yourself you can't get enough But I'll be back, to attack, Heavy D, your mister Big Stuff (Who do you think you are? Oho, yeaheah) (Oho, yeaheah Oho, yeaheah Oho, yeaheah) (Oho, yeaheah Oho, yeaheah Oho, yeaheah Oho, yeaheah) (Oho, yeaheah)