Big Tymers

Big Tymers

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  • Big Tymers Gimme Some Lyrics

           

    Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl Brenda with the big breast-eses

    And the ass like the black girls, I love you Brenda...



    [Chorus: TQ]

    Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?

    Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?

    Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?

    Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?

    You told me that we was going to the tele

    I told you when I pull up, be ready

    Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids

    But I think you just scared cuz u don't want me to hitt

    Are you gon give me some?



    [TQ]

    What's wrong? what happened? You told me it was crackin'

    I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me?

    I'm tired of playing games, its been a couple weeks

    Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me

    I just can't understand why we can't get our love on

    Girl I won't hit and quit, I won't treat you wrong

    Lets go to the Mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight

    Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Its 2002, what you gon do?

    Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through

    I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week,

    I'm trying to pressure you, its time to freak

    Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out

    So why don't you be a nice girl and (Put it in yo mouth!)

    Now things don changed, why you actin' strange?

    You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains?

    Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script

    I'm Dirk Diggler and its time to hit

    I ain't tryin to take your man place, hes alright

    I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night

    Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something?

    Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something

    Now I know your alone when he don't come home

    Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone

    When the kids asleep, then we can creep

    I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week

    Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up

    Take it on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up



    [Chorus: TQ, Wolf talking in background]



    Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?

    Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?

    Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?

    Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?

    You told me that we was going to the tele (Yeah, you act like you don't

    remember that though)

    I told you when I pull up, be ready (Uh-huh, uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh)

    Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (Mmm, mmm)

    I think you just scared cuz you don't want me to hitt (Thats what it is)

    Are you gon give me some?



    [Wolf]

    Now I've been fucking with you for far too long,

    And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong

    You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared

    Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed

    Calm motherfucker over the phone,

    But a scary motherfucker when its time to get it on

    You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on

    Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick

    And you be bragging about how them niggas is strong

    But the word is out, I'm seriously hung

    Right now I'm ready, cuz I'm full of that juice

    I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose

    And after that, the balls in your court

    We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth

    But first things first, Ima admit

    Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit



    [Greg Street]

    W,B,I,T,E,C,H, ain't that a bitch radio

    Yo check, thats the new jam of the day

    The Big Tymers featuring Wolf

    Yo Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth

    Wolf rappin now

    And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too

    Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up

    You can't go to court with no punk defendant

    Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires

    now

    Hey, big shouts out to Greg Green

    This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk

    And big shouts out to all them ladies

    gettin ready for amateur night at the Flame

    Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club

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