Mr. Big Stuff (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm rough and tough and all that stuff I'll make you dance and prance 'til you huff and puff There's just no way you can get enough Of me, yo' Mister 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 [Chorus] Oh, yeah Who— Who— Who— Who— Who— [Verse 2] I'm quick, rhyme shooter, rap rookie recruiter I always say could, never, ever say coulda I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or 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 [Chorus] Oh, yeah Who— Who— Who— Who— Who— (Rock it) [Verse 3] "Big Stuff", the record, me, the mastermind A top dollar money better, go get a designer A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser Girls come to me say, "Heavy, let me squeeze ya" An incredible, overweight huggable Prince, a bold treat, 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 [Chorus] Oh, yeah Who— Who— Who— Who— Who— (Eddie F., breakdown) [Bridge] Who— Who— [Verse 4] 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 whatnots 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 Gotta 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 [Chorus] Oh, yeah Who— Who— Who— Who— Who— Oh, yeah Who— Who— Who— Who— Who—