Bushwick Bill - Don't Come To Big lyrics

Heh heh, a ho ho ho Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G He he, yooo [Bushwick Bill] I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock She had a gat, big juicy fat co*k She thought that she was too much for me to deal with Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel b**h You can't deal with this dick from Bushwick You said that, talk was cheap and her p**y was deep It's not the size of the sh** but the motion of the open So there's nothin to be provin, b**h, get to movin And rub my nuts, cause it's soothin And don't be too rough, cause I'ma kick you in your stuff She was goin strong, I had it goin on With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin But the son of a b**h kept bustin I was bumrushin, dick hard as trig Man them lambskins don't come too big [Chorus] They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - HA! They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - YES [Bushwick Bill] People hear my jams cause they slammin And ask who in the f** do I think I am? It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B Talk that he got his sh**, now I'm put ya out your misery Yeah that's right, step the f** back And don't be callin me no motherf**in Bushwack It's Bushwick, you dick-s**in tricks I oughta kick your a** cause your brain don't click Witcha wanna be cool-a**, fool-a** Act like you never enrolled within a school cla** Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds A n***a weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds But I laughed, that's a small task Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig' You ho motherf**ers don't come too big [Chorus] [Bushwick Bill] Back to Juanita, the peter eater This b**h swallowed my s**m by the 2-liter She said that my dick tasted much sweeter yeah Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes And close your mouth fore a minute Before I end up stickin my dick in it And you can't handle that, it's too ma**ive Girl I f** around and block your wind pa**age Bang bang, I was doin my thang And the way I swang that b**h couldn't hang I, made the b**h do, yoga I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig Stuck my dick in, and I dug, can you dig? I was runnin through that a** like an 18-wheeler rig I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] [ad libs to fade]