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Big Mister
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rumaldo Perez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pull up to the spot like Phil Collins sanging
Fresh new fade with the mustache banging
I know you wanna know where the fuck I'm from
This north side cali mothafucka don't run
I just came to have fun take shots get drunk
Make you call the cops so you know I ain't no punk
South San Jo mothafucka I'm a hog
All my northsida mothafuckas stand tall
Sippin on some beer reminiscing feelin good
Trippin on the years I invested in my hood
Pockets full of twenties but I'm running out fast
The homies with them girls man hurry up and smash
Security on my ass and my homies actin up
I ain't tryin to hear it put some liquor in my cup
Ima stay posted up hopefully make it home
Watching out for haters mothafuckas come alone
Surfing through the bar blacked out mind gone
Banging on these fools so dry the crime zone
Much love to all the homies show me love fuck the rest
I'm throwing up the H like my cousin to the death
Jessica was a rider and a gangster like my mom
No one shows us love mothafucka til we gone
Bury me a hog say a prayer let me go
Push up on my haters at my service let em know
And I don't want you there if we never made amends
And I don't give a fuck if your family or my friends
Shout out to the homies keeping it solid in the pen
Another round of drinks and a toast just for them
Death is on my mind that's the only thing that's real
I'm trippin all the time will I live or be killed
I can feel it comin its the only thing I trust
I know I got some homies and some kids that will bust
I used to have some enemies but now they owe me favors
Consequences now for you mothafuckin haters
My haters want me buried they ain't knowing I'm the seed
I'm breeding real killers like some wolves on the leash
Let us do our thing we ain't looking for no trouble
Calm cool collected but we ready if you fumble
You won't hear me crying if you ever caught me slippin
Always keep it gangsta mothafucka I ain't trippin
I used to pray for money man but now I pray for peace
You're fucking with a gangsta nah fuck that I'm a beast
I asked him for a sign started chokin on my breath
He blessed me and my woman with our daughter Ruby Jess
I find my happiness with my family and some food
A little bit of beer and some oldies and we cool
I can feel it coming but I'm walkin I ain't runnin
I posted with some hogs always rocking and we gunnin
Written by: Rumaldo Perez