H. P. Baxxter - Bigroom Blitz lyrics

[Intro : H.P. Baxxter] Chapter five (Bigroom Blitz) International b**h! It's, it's, the bigroom blitz! Turn it up ! [Verse 1 : H.P. Baxxter] Shotta got the plan, man Always like a Grand Slam Big shot, hole in one Shotalot is on the run Crack on the whip, snap attack Bars so tight, front to back I reach my fate at the gates God says shotta you was great [Verse 1 : Wiz Khalifa] When I'm shopping And my bag filled with options so don't ask What it cost I'm in a Maserati Coupe going so fast That I lost ‘em And my b**h got so much swag That these bad b**hes on us Ah! k**ing y'all, pow! (Bigroom Blitz) It's, it's, the bigroom blitz [Drop] Bring the noise ! [Verse 2 : Wiz Khalifa] I jack them hoes, direct them hoes Take ‘em home and let them hoes Go live out their fantasies They're popping pills, I'm rolling weed Even got a couple bad b**hes overseas [Verse 2 : H.P. Baxxter] Shotta got the slo-mo You can call it pro flow Every shot a straight flush Shotalot is in a rush Back on the floor, lyrical madness On the mic, Jack the cactus I reach my fate at the gates God says shotta, you was great! Shotta gotta the chicks It's, it's, the bigroom blitz [Drop] Yee-haa ! [Outro] Nobody's hotta than shotta! Thank you!