I’m Too Tough For Mr. Big Stuff

Lyrics
I'm tough with my stuff Too stuff for Mr. Big Stuff I listened to the story about Mr. Big Stuff But I want him to know that I'm tough with my stuff Can't fool me with that Chicago strut And that Detroit grin Your neon rap won't get you in But maybe a 9 to 5, or a 8 to 4 May open that door They tell me James Brown is down and Wilson Pickett is wicked They say Bobby Byrd got the word But I'm Vicki Anderson and I know I'm tough In fact, I'm a little too rough for Mr. Big Stuff Hey hey hey, I'm too rough Hey hey hey, I'm too rough for Mr. Big Stuff I'm doing my do, I'm doing my do They say L.A. is the place, if that's your taste The cats in Washington are cool if you are a fool In Baltimore, they think they're tough but they don't know In St. Louis, they ruin it, and think they're doin' it But I'm doing my do and I know I'm tough In fact, I'm a little too rough for Mr. Big Stuff I'm too rough for that guy called Mr. Big Stuff I'm too rough for that guy called Mr. Big Stuff Out in L.A. is the place, if that's your taste The cats in Washington are cool if you are a fool In Baltimore, they think they're tough but they don't know In St. Louis, they ruin it, but they think they're doin' it Take that woman off the corner, she'll be yours if you want her And maybe she'll have your baby Oh, oh oh Now, you take Houston, Texas, where cats think they're cool Miami, Atlanta, and Dallas, and Birmingham all the same Memphis, Nashville, Cleveland and Pittsburgh Boston, Chicago, all over the world Go on to the Bay Area, you'll find the same there All the cats think they're Mr. Big Stuff
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Credits
- Writers
- Hearlon “Cheese” Martin