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Artiste:
Roxanne Shanté
Titre:
Big Mama
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Save all the drama Cause here comes the Big Mama Any bitch rip Shanne, I'll bomb her Cause y'all weak ass hoes got me fed up So hookers get your gloves, and yo let's go head up Wall to wall, y'all all will fall I don't stall, 'cause in this world it's winner takes all A title bout for all the clout Any hooker try to step to this, it's lights out One hit your head splits, throat slits Think your Miss It, but I started this shit At 14 years-old I was going gold While I was on tour, you was touring the ho show Sucking dicks and turning tricks to get a quick fix While I was putting dope hits in the mix Ripping shows with Kane and Biz Markie Fucking up Roxanne and taking out Sparky Niggas came in flocks from blocks and blocks To watch the Rox knock Bitches out the box And every place I played, I headlined Strictly big names on the topic read mine The Q-U-double-E-N, queen of MC-ing Whenever I flow it's poetry in motion So save all the drama And get the fuck out the way, here comes the Big Mama [Chorus] (Mama, mama, aww!) I gave birth to most them MCs Rhymes are deadly So hooker write out your will Here comes the queen foot first to your grill Reciting poems that hit like boulders Slapping your head dead off of your motherfucking shoulders So nip all the talk in the bud This ain't no game, boy, I came to draw blood And any hag thinking that she can last with me It only takes one blast and that ass will be Wrecked, ruined, damaged, ripped Cross my path, your ass will get whipped Cause Shante ain't about know games Matter of fact, yo, I'ma start calling off names First up is Latifah You roll up, and I'ma smoke that ass like reefer Cause you ain't never in life been a star to me Sold the fuck out trying to go R&B Now that shit is shady You say ladies first, well I'm the first lady And y'all hoes are phony Try to get flip and I'ma rip you and your girl Monie You illegitimate, trying to get a little bit And I'm about sick of that Monie in the Middle shit Your album cold garbage Had one good jam, now you think you a star, bitch Breaking your neck trying to be in the lime light But give you a mic and you can't even rhyme right So get the fuck off the scene Cause I got a M-16 that says Shannie's the queen And all you bitches got your star from me The capital S-H-A-N-T-E Use to go to my show,analyze how the sound flow On the down low, fuck around, lay around, ho So save all the drama And make room for the Big Mama [Chorus] The real queen's in effect Whenever I come, yo, I come correct And niggas give me the utmost due respect And any hag that tries to last Will cold get smoked like marijuana cause her ass is grass I dig ditches for you bitches While I collect riches And give you a head full of stitches Cause in a beef I don't sleep or lolly gag Sending you hags offstage in a body bag Cause Shante is a rebel You say you're Lyte as a rock, you get crushed like a pebble One word, and I'ma bag her Watch the bitch stagger, cause I don't dig the bull dagger To me, a butch don't deserve a mic in hand Somebody tell her to stop acting like a man She need something real thick to help her out (What?) And that's a good peace of dick And as for that west coast slut With fake-ass hair, contacts, and a padded butt Instead of stomping to the 90's, use your brain And stomp your ass down to Jack Lelane You need to hurry and hop on a diet plan And keep the pork chops out the frying pan Yeah, I said it, so what? You roll up, slut, you get a fucking gum but to your gut I'm bring tears to all my peers I ain't new, I've been doing this shit for ten years Bring any ho, and I'll wreck her I'll rip the nicest from Isis down to Salt-N-Pepa And now that you know that I'm the star of the show, ho While, I get dough, you're giving up the yo-yo You say a nigga can't play with it You gotta another job? Well, bitch, you better stay with it Cause you ain't shit in this here Shante's the queen and I'm making it clear Kicking flavors the way it's supposed to be That's why no other MC's coming close to me I leave 'em all in the dust From crumbs to crust It's a must that all opponents get bust So get the fuck off the stage and save all the drama Cause here comes the Big Mama [Chorus]