JT the Bigga Figga - Appetizer lyrics

(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