world is very different now, you know why ITS GUCCI TIME Big Gucci Trap boys call me Brick Gucci Dime piece time piece got my Swiss movin Swiss cheese
in my TEC Play pussy get wet My shit all good, nigga my shit and my hood My shit bounce back like I knew my shit would Paper chase, make money, see the sunshine Big
Had a lot after sometin', after union city In a couple of projects in NYC I remember those days when hell was my home When me and mama bed was a big
to this habitat I'm sick of niggas garbage raps I ain't bout to battle rap Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch I'm after that chedder cheese
Like Dennis Rodman don't No homo you rock and roll, Rest in peace my Styrofoam, Now y'all know what I be on, Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone Big
bounce Do the ham and cheese, do the ham and cheese Do the chicken wing, do the chicken wing Do the ham and cheese, do the ham and cheese Do the chicken
Well, that big dumb blonde With her wheel gorged Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in
[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese
barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese
gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get
you see me fuck's my name na na Like I'm the bitch pushin' big six Likkle broad five foot pop big shit like See my clique ride big dick like Swiss hole
I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry On repeat, the CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch" Watchin' Bonnie
weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese. Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements, BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish. Shawty sittin low, big
blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy get salad beef bow movement BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish Shawty sittin' low big
Steve had a big commotion Didn't need no suntan lotion He was doing fine with what he had And off his melting jaw All the wonderful things he saw And
At the theater, I did meet her And the show was whimsical and sublime I'm in tatters, nothing matters Til I grasp a big disaster like a mime She's got
to put on my own pants But I'm a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese