Big Thangs

We havin big thangs
 Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement
 Representin money
 Hmm, beeitch
 Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort
 Wise crackin felines, unh
 Can a nigga make a bee-line?
 to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya
 Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow
 Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow
 Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin
 I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin
 Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check?
 Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet
 I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash
 Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass)
 Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all
 They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers
 I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare
 You'll go blind from my diamonds
 Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin
 Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game
 Chorus:
 We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
 Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube)
 We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
 Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe)
 Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort
 Now how can I let this bitch run it?
 When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)
 Tricks we take shits at the rents, we don't get excited
 over long hair and big tits
 $hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak
 we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet
 We got bosses in the back, countin the stack
 We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts
 Now what you want?
 She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up?
 You know I got a tight song
 Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong
 but you ain't got no features, this can't go on
 You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed
 You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void
 Do you really understand what I'm tellin you
 Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you
 Chorus: add additional line
 Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee
 (repeat 2X)
 Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort
 You can try and figure out the new shit we on
 Before you break yourself, make yourself at home
 Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks
 We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs
 to the salary, that'll be cash or charge
 So large, got a whole floor actin mirage
 We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains
 of big beautiful bitches with big brains
 Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College
 To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge
 But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects
 Bitch better suck my dick
 Ain't nothin new, the game is old
 You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe
 Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man
 Westside! You know we doin big thangs
 Chorus: same as Verse Two
 Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg
 We off that heazy bitch
 Beeeyyyitch
 Hey $hort, give em yo part
 Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
 Do all that shit
 She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits
 West-sieede. Westside!