you and i we're gonna fly across the sky higher than high just you and i you and i we're gonna sail across the sea free as breeze just you and me CHORUS
Yeah, whatcha think about that? Well, I'm a crazy son of a (Bad word) But I know I'm gonna make it big and rich Yeah, I'm gonna let it rip Hey, just
Big & Rich Boys? Be friends and try to get along I don't wanna hurt no one I just want to have a little fun So I'm begging you Please man, don't call
back To Tennessee Jed Rich man step on My poor head When you get back You better butter my bread You know you Well, it's like I said You better head
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa and you know what I'm sayin KB
work I go I hustle hard it's non-stop And if I flop I switch the hustle I learn the game and then set-up shop I'm strivin' to make it to the top It'
tapes with your name, you can't complain I always been about the business, I ain't changed As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same Ghetto star, feelin
I ain't payin' no pussy bills If you got mouths to feed Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need 'Cause I'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play I
a Lowenbrau You quit, you?re shit, you?re a quitter (I quit, I?m shit, I?m a quitter) And no one likes you Start a pattern of behavior; I see no reason
's lawn, else's lawn, else's lawn Till somebody finally took me in My Great Aunt and Uncle Edna and Charles Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles
Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife Walked the clean and narrow Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive Got a job at the rendering plant
chill and grab a seat And go 'head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and you're fallin fast You
, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie
takin my bitch to a brassery, after class i had to misses do my homework, while i smoked a J, then i bone her, billion dollar dreams i'm getting closer
can move on and shoot this live shit With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it Or Mandalay and New Line cop it I go and get ten mil' and
Young Casanova, passing over, you Simpson haters And you never been about real bread, you ain't a baker And you don't get rich to have one bitch, I ain
get it? Wanna get rich, i'mma show you money Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money Why you wanna hate me, I don't know you money Ya'll cats
and choke, as I sniff coke Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this Before your dog you'
