with that Lean Smoke nuthin but Irene Them hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene Racks on the way busting out them jeans I keep the head of my army,
greater this song goes out to my haters what's up hater do you remember me? sod money game guess i'm master ? shall i ?i can wait for my fans to .. army
's not good trying to immortalize yourself Beginning of a great adventure Beginning of a great adventure Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular tv brood I'd breed a little liberal army
The crime of the century Who shot little Bambi Never trust a hippie 'Cause I love punky Bambi I'll kill to find the killer In that rotten roll army
I don't give a fuck about MTV Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give me spins on tapes and CD's Infamous First Infantry tee's Army
Hello Sir, remember me? I'm the man you thought I'd never be The boy who you reduced to tears The lad called 'Thingy' for six whole years Yeah, that'
sittin' with him on his front porch swing Soakin' up wisdom and Grandma's sweet tea Listenin' to his stories, man, he'd done it all His tour in the Army
said "Give me two pairs I need two pairs" So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones Stompin' in my air force ones Big boy Big boy Big boy Big boy
got Brick City, even D.C. *** They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one Like Lil' Weez, I got army guns, gimmie
here We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more
of your ninja Crashin' Doc stir the madness We all out of work like Tony Atlas Walking with cans in a laundry basket America's most with the army after
just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes (Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pair (big boy) [Chorus x2] Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy
like They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin') Eyes be so low from that chief (Chief and) I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin') A rude boy
brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that) Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army I was a bad motherfucker, slightly
one man army, the one hand on the Tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy
boy Your never gonna take no G's from the boy 'Cause he ain't one of them boys, believe in the boy There ain't no chief in the boy He's got a lot of
I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and
G enforced, your headboards And they could be rap wars So come one or two, 'cept for a few Doubles and couples and I'll grip 'em like tools 'Cuz boy