(I told you once I told you twice, the Bigga Figga
n***a ain't nothin nice so get your game for the day I
Advise ya it ain't the meal it's just the meal it's
Just the appetizer)
Start the flow show playas gotta get low
Poppin at the ho hoes in the front row
Mack on a b**h for the hell of it
Because it's not relevant but still she gotta do it
I do what I want to do the boys in the blue
Want to f** with the n***az in my crew
Knowin it's the top notch down with the functions
Better known as the Get Low Productions
Pa**in them licks going nationwide
sh** was thick when I was taking that ride
Tryin to get a show here trying to get a show there
Mothaf**as trippin but a n***a didn't care
Bumpin my sh** everywhere I went
Gettin my money in dollars and cents
Jiggin my tapes on Mac Daddy boulevard
Didn't give a f** if you had a hot credit card
Playin my demo rollin in a Limo
Me and young Herm with the indo
Two mack daddies dog and a caddy
Pitbull drop gold Z's and a candy
D-Moe the Youngsta, Seff the Gaffla
JT The Bigga what more could you ask for?
Maybe you could ask for Steve or Gigolo
If I didn't tell you then they will let you know
Peepin out game so you better try to wise up
It ain't the meal it's just the appetizer
(yeah that's my boy JT in this mothaf**in record for
You just a little appetizer, but now we got the full
Force meal cause you know the deal ya know)
At the party at the Hyatt hotel
You ain't got a room too bad oh well
You can be a baller with a fat stack
But forger the a** if you ain't no rapper
Poppin at a b**h but that ain't sh**
The n***a that qualified got a platinum hit
That's right groupies playing like Snoopy
All I want is the oochie coochie
Tryin to get them before they get me
Plottin on the one with all the money
A Honda Accord and a gang of a**
On my tip for a backstage pa**
Tellin me to come whenever I'm ready
Asking more questions than Fab Five Freddy
End of the summer and sh** kinda cool
Want to give up the a** before they go back to school
Notice at a party b**hes be in fresh clothes
See right through them they ain't nothin but turf hoes
Straight pony tails and clothes that they borrowed
Look good now they won't look good tomorrow
n***as goin out for punk a** b**hes
Keepin em fresh and a pocket full or riches
Get some game is what you better do
Find a trick and sell her a dream or two
That's how it's done in the city of Frisco
n***as be mackin, n***as be gettin low
Not going low on them hoes like them others
Being myself I can't be like them brothers
You better get some game and you better try to wise up
But if you eat the a** then that's your appetizer
(Yeah what's up my n***a you done that sh** what's up
my n***a JT's in the mothaf**in house kick some more
Of that sh** for your boy)
Startin my last verse straight outta Frisco
Comin from the shoulders don't need no pistol
n***as always talkin about how they gangstas
Pop a n***a quick but I'd rather bank ya
And wake you up and bank your a** again
And go to the store for some juice and gin
And walk to the house and make me another hit
SP-12 coming out with some funky sh**
Like this song here called appetizer
Just to let you know and just to remind ya
Poppin much flavor is it spicy enough?
Or is it too tender, or is it too tough?
I think I put it together just fine
Ya hear me once and ya want to rewind
So that's just lettin me know that it's on hit
You hear my style and n***as can't f** with it
Try to play deep and they out on the show
Goin toe to toe they can't f** with my flow
Cause you know my style too sick
Like the crazy mothaf**a named Gin, the pit
Shake em up shake em up shake em
Drag him in a cut cause now it's time to break him
Tear it off n***a what you got
Tip toe tip toe to the mothaf**in spot