Big Nose
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Lyrics
Yo, check it
It's the Hobos, baby
We got some big snot in this motherfucker
Who dat? Who dat?
Release, I'm down court
It's a lifestyle for the regular
No 5.0
You might catch me in some old British Lex or Mark 5's
No cellular, hobo brothers be ready to go
Concentrate fundamentals, I extend my defense
Give my man Rick some breathing room
Fresh air, sneeze, bark, sneeze
He strikes the bounce pass, it's on
The brothers got running game
The aim is for me to rip shit up
I like nut in your cup
I don't give a motherfucking fuck
With style, it's the big nose, the flow
Style is the whip
Brothers be pulling cards
It's the big nose
It's the motherfucking junction
I'm Audi
-Train passes
Shit
What's up, nigga?
Chilling, chilling, chilling
What's up, man?
What's up, man?
Where you coming from?
Man, I just came from the house, blood
What's up, James?
I ain't seen you in hella long, blood
What's up?
I was about to come over yesterday, you know
Ah, ah
Oh, y'all listening to that beat?
Yeah, it's kinda tight
It's tight
I gotta finish it, man
What's up with you?
What's up with y'all?
Talking to Snoop, man?
Oh, nah, man
Oh, shit, I gotta call him
Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on
Let me call Alley Cat real quick
Alright
Alley Cat, oh, I ain't seen that nigga in a long ass time
-Phone ringing
Hey, hey, y'all still got that Genesis?
Nah, blood, got a Super Nintendo
-Laughing
Hello?
Hello?
Hold on, hold on, I'ma put you on speakerphone
Yeah, what's up, man?
Yeah, what's up? Who's this?
Sophia, Sophia, nigga
Oh, man, what's happening, dog?
What's happening, man?
I don't know, just, you know
Chilling
Burning fast, sitting up in the house, doing nothing
Hey, we trying to bounce to this party, man
I'm telling you, it's gonna be, it's gonna be tight
It's gonna be the bomb, blood
Is that James?
Yeah, that's James
Oh, what's up, man?
What's up, fool?
Oh, man, you know, shit been rocking the lyrics and stuff
Oh, you writing?
Oh, yeah, you know that
You focused?
Yeah, I try to
Tight, tight
Yeah, man, Poke and, uh, Rick and, uh, Ty
Signing them over here, man, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah, what, uh, what Jay-Z at?
He in the bathroom and shit
For real? Damn, tell him to come
Killa, Killa driving, man, but we ain't got no car, man
He got a, he only got a two-seater
What? Oh, for real?
Yeah
Damn, man, I got some rhymes
Y'all ready to hear these lyrics? They hot, man, they tight
Yeah, well, why don't you?
You know what I'm saying, man
But wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Come on, come on
Come on, man, we about to bounce, man
Oh, man, that's nice, oh, okay
Well, just come through, why don't you come through?
Okay, it don't matter, fuck it
Come and pick me up around seven
Oh, well, well, well
Seven, five at least
We'll just be outside, nigga
Oh, it's raining outside right now
Ha ha ha