Mr. Big Stuff (Remix)

I'm rough and tough and all that stuff

I'll make you dance and prance till you huff and puff

There's just no way you can get enough

Of me, yo' Mr. Big Stuff

I'm the overweighter, prince, dominator

Emcee Heavy D, constant weight gainer

And since I choose the weight not to lose

I will stay this way so that I can bruise

Emcees around who front and frown

You go round for round, I go pound for pound

At the end of the party when you're sayin' goodnight

Don't come to me and say, "Take it light", I'm your Mr. Big Stuff

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I'm a quick, rhyme shooter, rap rookie recruiter

I always say, "Could," never, ever say, "Coulda"

I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast, or all fat

I get applause and awards every time I rap

I love the way I am, I would never switch

I'm the greatest entertainer since a porno flick

You move and groove to my funky tune

Party people, it's time to make room for your Mr. Big Stuff

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"Big Stuff", the record, me, the mastermind

A top dollar money better, go getter, designer

A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser

Girls come to me, say

"Heavy, let me squeeze ya"

An incredible, overweight huggable

Prince of poetry, that's why I'm so lovable

I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin'

Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin'

They all want me, emcee Hev D

The more of the beef, the more there is to squeeze

Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up

You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D, your Mr. Big Stuff

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Eddie F., breakdown

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Now I'm the swing beat artist with skills to kill

Money earnin' Mount Vernon's where I live and chill

When I walk the streets, I get much respect

Get hellos and what up's from the youngins and the vets

'Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened

Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin'

'Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin'

Takin' dirty emcees away, I'm sweepin'

Got a tower of power, emcees I devour

Every second of the hour, I send 'em to the shower

I'm cool, not a fool, from the new school

Drinkin' brew by my pool, sittin' on my gold stool

Got a rock, that I drop, like a horse on the trot

When it comes to makin' money, it takes what I got

I know you're sayin' to yourself, you can't get enough

But I'll be back to attack, Heavy D, your Mr. Big Stuff

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