a bit of Big Noise in his heart Everyone likes to toot his horn I've been the Big Noise from Winnetka for so long Time for a new noise to be born 'Cause
i dont do that its gon make too much noise aint pop no pill but i am really hard what you want in your stomach a girl or a boy how you want me to start
-Wow-Uh-Oh, A Maniac No-Oh-Wow-O-Wow-Uh-Oh-Oh-Wow-O-Uh-Oh-Oh-Wow-Oh-Wow-Uh-Oh, A Maniac [Natalie] Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah I need a doctor Blah, Blah, Blah
A smile from my friend In this beautiful world It's a beautiful world Yeah, it's a beautiful world Say what you will but I still believe It's a beautiful
I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your
get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your
't do that, it's going to make too much noise Ain't pop no pill but I am really hard What you want in your stomach, a girl or a boy? How you want me
'm in it They make a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut
to myself what a pretty world But there's something else here that puts me off And I'm so scared, dear, my love comes in frozen packs Bought in a supermarket
Shout out the negative and see Shout out all the nightmares underneath You are the reason why I'm free You're afraid to lose my voice All I hear is a loud noise
Ohh baby, Take a handfull of my hair." Cus you like it rough (rough) cant get enough (nough). Cus im the type of nigga thats gon fill you up, like a
We no longer need them We both know where we've been Let's sail away disappearing in a mist Let's sail away with a whisper and a kiss Or vanish from a
with a timer otherwise I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song as the echo follows the Maserati as the petrol swallows, Im a thousand bodies away from a
chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
Saint Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
, y'all got something to prove Y'all niggaz duck, but I swing back Y'all niggaz run, but I bring gats Y'all niggaz whisper *X is a crackhead* Aight fuck
, ya'll got somethin to prove Ya'll niggaz duck, but I swing back Ya'll niggaz run, but I bring back Ya'll niggaz whisper "X is a crackhead" (?)fuck it
