Juvenile - Big Body (Remix) lyrics

* a re-issue of the original "Ballin' 4 Billions" [Beelow] What? What? What? Off top, we flossin'... Down South, off top Beelow check this out... Remix...wha? Chorus [Beelow]: Big Bodies, them big bodies what'cha playin' in? Them Big Bodies, big bodies, what'cha thuggin' in? Big bodies, them big bodies, what'cha flossin' in? Big bodies, them big bodies First Verse [Beelow, Thug Addict, Juvenile]: [Beelow] Whoa na, Wootay that's me Ridin' fly in all types of rides in the big body I'm layin' it down with my rounds, like my dog B We flossed out with the ice in the ES-3 The six-hundred got a clip sittin' on chrome, brah Window tent, leather seats, with the phone, brah Gimme a pop through the city and it's on, brah Best believe might take her home and wet her down, brah We paid hustlas in this game tryin' to make a mil Have a house on the hill and sit back and chill Cuz down South them boys they be bout that scrilla Say we hustlin' in this game to clock seven figures Reala, what? Now I'ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C., Thugged out, straight flossin' in them big bodies We paper chasin', slangin' weight cuz all we want is the cheese Down South takin' over it's off the heezie I'ma run it through my playas in that B.R.C., Thugged out, straight flossin' in them big bodies We paper chasin', slangin' weight cuz all we want is the cheese Down South takin' over it's off the heezie [Thug Addict] Hunh I got TWENTY BIG BODY CARS WITH TWENTY BIG BODY BROADS TWENTY BIG BODY TRUCKS TALKIN' BOUT BIG BODY YARDS Pushin' Lexus GS's, Impala SS's Navigators, 4runner's Expeditions and hummers Got the bounce in my car Trunk nothin' but raw I GOT THE BIGFOOT TRUCK WITH THE SHOCKS AND ALL T.V., C.D., with the DVD I got EVERYBODY OUT'CHEA WANNA RIDE WITH ME Skkkkkerrttt, burn rubber on the highway with me I'm doin' eighty on that a** as I mash the gas I run over everything on the floor if you don't let me pa** I'ma bulldoze through, like a Gangsta Mac Say what? Them boys ridin' big bodies we done did that Pushin' F-150's, 250's, and doin' it boy, we doin' that Lookin' like "Who them people in them big ol' truck that think they runnin' That?" Them boys ridin' big bodies, how ya luv that? [Juvenile] Look what'cha thinkin' bout my n***a when you say what you say? You must have like let down your guard and sh** we breakin' yo head It ain't nothin' you can say to me that'll make me afraid I done walked with n***as like you, every one of 'em dead I done f**ed some of the baddest hoes, chocolate and red Put the dick on the b**h like I just came home from the Feds Can you picture a n***a holdin' my dick on the cover of Rage? Number one spot up in the radio for seventy days Throw a concert in the Superdome and pack it like Ma$e Ca$h Money put it together so the family pays We was tied up in the race but now we runnin' away n***as ain't gone shut us up we got our guns in they face And we gone keep these b**hes shakin' they a** up in the place Drank everything we pay for cuz ain't nothin' to waste All you n***as bout'cha issue I know y'all could relate I'm tryin' to lace y'all with this game so all of y'all can be straight Chorus [Beelow] I say black navi's, suburban accessories Leather seats, watch the remix on your four T.V.'s I'm layin' it down, STILL clownin' when I hit yo streets Yo baby Momma and yo kid all over my D Beelow (what's up?) doin' gold and bezzled up They ride through the park in the big black truck I'm actin' back like I told ya And if you don't have a big body then pull over Twenty-inch shells on them burbans how we roll, brah My Ballin' clique is actin' donkey on ya, hanh brah? This big bodies all the time, brah That's how we shine, brah I'm on the grind, brah Flossin' all the time, brah I turn they heads and they wonder what I'm ridin' in next? With J.D. and Larell in that bubble-ah Lex Whoa na, we done did it, ha? And you don't like it cuz we flossin' big bodies, ha? Luh-luh-luh-look Chorus (1/2x) [Beelow] Now I'ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C., Thugged out, straight flossin' in them big bodies We paper chasin', slangin' weight cuz all we want is the cheese Down South takin' over it's off the heezie I'ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C., Thugged out, straight flossin' in them big bodies We paper chasin', slangin' weight cuz all we want is the cheese Down South takin' over it's off the heezie Chorus