Big Shots

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
 She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
 You see her in the club
 She treats you like a scrub
 She ain't trippin' off you
 She got your whole crew in love
 Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
 Straight fiedin', you's beg like a dog for the bone
 And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
 Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
 Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
 Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
 And next weekend you invite her to your home
 You weren't even thinking, you got played by a pro
 She's a big shot
 Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
 Took advantage of a thousand, only slept with three guys
 Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
 Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
 Ayo I know she's a cutie, but she goes for the loot, G
 Sure, her words sounded sincere, she even made me cry
 Ayo don't think I'm goofy, but there's power in that coochie
 Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's
 She's a big shot
 You know your dream girl
 She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
 She's a big shot
 You thought you could school her
 She dissed you like you were neutered
 And told you to go get a sexual tutor
 She's a big shot
 She wouldn't touch your ruler
 She's so beutiful
 A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
 She's a big shot
 Your eyes are glued to her behind
 You know her steez
 But you fall for it every time
 Now, what about that popular school kid?
 The always-have-been, always-will be cool kid?
 The class president valedictorian, A+ star quaterback
 Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
 The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
 Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
 He only dates models, drinks his Summit from the bottle
 When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
 He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
 He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
 But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
 Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
 He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
 While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
 He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
 Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
 He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
 When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
 And your crew! And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
 He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school
 He's a big shot
 Thick knot in his wallet
 Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
 He's a big shot
 Testosterone thirsty
 Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey
 He's a big shot
 IB class whiz-kid
 Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
 He's a big shot
 I'm about to break down my favorite type of people, yo
 My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
 The people that never clap for your set
 They think you're whacker than them 'cause they're the masters
 I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
 And plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
 To him you're a hazard, weak matter
 A reason for laughter
 He's preachin' he's live, but he's only that word backwards
 After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
 Art you'll capture finally
 But while he breathes, m.c.'s don; t even flatter him
 Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
 To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
 That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
 Said you was a cream puff and fled
 Now you dream of choking him with that mic cord
 Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
 With that hardcore, tear emcees, and send them to therapy
 He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity
 You cry hysterically as it makes a parody of your passion
 You tell friends you think he's tight
 But secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
 'Cause he's an asshole, but you know he's got nice sound
 You know what else? Your looking at him right now
 Oh, yeah
 That's what I'm talking about
 Eyedea & Abilities
 I mean, why are these rappers so arrogant? (No idea)
 They have no right to act like they're God's gift to humankind
 You know why?
 'Cause I'm a big shot
 Don't front, you know you love me!
 Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
 I'm a big shot
 Hey, you can say I'm a creep
 But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
 I'm a big shot
 Shit, can nobody fade me
 The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
 I'm a big shot, big shot, big props
 The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop