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Mannie Fresh - Real Big (Clean)
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[Chorus] House real big, cars real big Belly real big, everything real big Rims real big, pockets real big Rings real big, let me tell you how I live Like that, buy that, twenty-fours, ride that Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs Rich, snitch! I'm a real big tyma! [Verse 1] King of the hood, everything wood Look like a forest in dat truck and I'ma put Matchin' sofa set, big open deck Hardwood floors and the thing that connect From the front to the back, try to top that Six fifteens beatin' hard in the deck Push that button, microwave oven I'm just getting' started, pimp, you ain't seen nothin' Is that a fish tank, burrowed in the mid of the dash? Yeah, pimp, but don't put your fingers on my glass Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck And on the other side a bed if she wanna get stuffed Clap off lights when you gettin' affection Clap on lights when you findin' protection Now where in the wide, wide world of gator Can you find another truck with a plush elevator? [Chorus] House real big, cars real big Belly real big, everything real big Rims real big, pockets real big Rings real big, let me tell you how I live Like that, buy that, twenty-fours, ride that Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs Rich, snitch, I'm a real big tyma! [Verse 2] Here I come so, so riiiight (Right on) And the shoes so, so wiiiide (Dynamite) Hey y'all, peep the outfit Wait a minute, hold up, it's just a bi- (Whoa!) (Back up, workin' with a monstah) Now everybody knows I got shiniest clothes Y'all still doing lil' league, and I'm in the pros And white boys go wild, he's my idol (rad!) And black boys say, dude holdin' the title As the king of the south, workin' in and out Dude's still pimp white teeth up in his mouth I'm the truth from the boot, shorty what you wanna see I ain't gotta get money man, money get me Yeah pimpin' still blindin' (Bliiing!) Keep'a Steve Harvey linin' (Edge it up) And I'm leather reclinin' (Lay back) Put the music Alpinin', turn it up (BOOM!! BOOM!!) [Chorus] House real big, cars real big Belly real big, everything real big Rims real big, pockets real big Rings real big, let me tell you how I live Like that, buy that, twenty-fours, ride that Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs Rich, snitch, I'm a real big tyma! [Verse 3] Mooooove, lil' one, I ain't playin' Land in the projects in a big jet plane (Roll out!) In a old blue Chevy van Wit' your baby momma cookin, rookie- cuz I can I do it on the real, ya broad jocka stunna grill I do it on the real, ya broad jocka stunna grill I'm about to clown, put it down-yall', spill my guts And show all y'all shorties how to do donuts Round and round and round (skrr--STOP!) This the part where I give my phone number to all the girls that's hot Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes Now how you ever seen a big stretch truck like that (Wow) Now have you ever seen a big broad butt like that (Wow) Bah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants With a bow legged cowboy stance (Yeeeehaaw!!!) [Chorus] House real big, cars real big Belly real big, everything real big Rims real big, pockets real big Rings real big, let me tell you how I live Like that, buy that, twenty-fours, ride that Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs Rich, snitch, I'm a real big tyma!
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