Jessie "Big Jessie" Willard - Great Elephant lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the original, one that n***as be biting But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it I been wrecking sh** before thousand BC Back in the days, n***a on your TV Back when my n***a King Tee was the coolest When 1580 still had the Mack Attack It was just head fool busting on the west I was just like the pinky, now the sh**'s stinky The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way Cause I be stomping mothaf**ers all day, uh King of the jungle, listen to my roar I be wrecking sh**, keeping hoochies on the floor They be getting hot, but I don't give a damn I be caressing the mic when I hit jams Thinking in morning crone until I'm thru Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you Uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle But how many n***as can I fit in my regal? n***as came lift me in my place I live Because of all the funky a** sh** that I give I got hypocrite n***as balls hanging in the back Now go and take your pick and make it kind of quick Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm coming Every time they hear I'm coming is when fools they start running Fifty thousand troops looking like the Middle East The sh** I have to do, just to get a little piece Cause busters, they wanna be chilling With that n***a that be calling the villain Can you blame them? As I direct my boogie ain't water down My boogie be thumping and hitting fools way across town Planners be digible, n***as stay cool Coming up with fat sh** sitting on Pharaoh's stool As I think into my self but I never talked back As I walk to the shack Everyday that I'm living n***as be tripping Cause all the funky sh** that I be giving It's like, yeah I'm still here, still in the game I'm making that funky sh** cause ain't nothing change n***as they wanna know what's up, I'm still chilling Yeah, I'm still the villain, yeah, I make the k**ing I carry my big stick, walk down the block Roll through Compton with my n***a Rocc It's Ren the Mad Scientist busting tight a** raps Cause the n***a gotta make snaps There's too many clowns up on the juke box Too many itty-bitties occupying the Rap City So I'mma call Don Corleone with bad news And make n***as enough of that they can't refuse So hold your breath whenever I bust a verse And hold on tight because it gets much worse I set b**by traps where ever that I kick it But you can't come and kick it cause n***as might stick it Ain't no warning down n***as on these streets And ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats A mad scientist straight outta CPT That don't give a f** if he can't MC