We Big Mane

Lyrics

[Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)] We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone [Verse 1: Q of ESC] We ride big-ass rims On big-ass trucks Behind that, none of your business Burnin' dro, gettin' my dick sucked Bendin' corners, junkies hittin' my cell, I'm chasin' mail Livin' life with my rear view checkin' for 12 Born in the early '70s straight outta Grady ATL's Dirty South, home of the hustlers, hell yeah Boy, that's Dee Money Records, and y'all better respect it Or see us in the street [?] get checked, bitch This the Deck, bitch, we got mind for ass Y'all movin' too slow, I'm switchin' the lanes with the fast I'm still that Eastside thug nigga Still got the bud, nigga Still jump out the truck on 24's at the club, nigga "Ooh-wee (Ooh-wee), There it go (There it go)" Is what the hoes say when I hit the block slow On some big-ass rims, you can't help but see 'em With them 'woofers in the back goin' "bim, bim-bim!" [Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)] We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we own ('Cause we own) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) (Yeah) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we own ('Cause we own) (Already) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone (Yeah) [Verse 2: Bun B] Well, it's the big slab-pusher, playa, feel the trill My truck's shoes size 24 like they Shaquille O'Neal I'm a major type [?] ride these streets with ease Valet-park my shit up front, but I'm gon' keep my keys Jumpin' out and broads faint, they never seen this color paint We call it cherry blossom, you think it's red but, ho, it ain't See, these haters can't stand us, probably wanna sleep us But trill is what they brand us, can't nobody creep us Got an itchin' for this paper and I'm yearnin' (And I'm yearnin') I keep these bitches walkin' corners 'til their bunions is burnin' Got a yearnin' for this paper and I'm itchin' (And I'm itchin') And I'mma break your favorite broad down to the neck in the kitchen We got the white wrapped up in gray with zips on the scale Send it out by car, plane or shipped in the mail You know we whippin' it well and grippin the stack With my pistol in the front seat and your bitch in the back, baby! [Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)] We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone [Verse 3: Marquaze] See, I'm a money go-getta, cut your throat, nigga Two things I hate in this world is a bitch and a broke nigga Me and my boys from the Deck get plenty respect Rims shiny, blind a muthafucka from here to Tibet This for them hoes in the club, this for my niggas in the street For them boys in the trap screamin' "Fuck the police!" Rollin' on 23's, big trucks and DVDs If I ain't blowin' dro, shit, I'm smokin' on purple trees Keep salt-droppin', I'ma start poppin' these lames Give me the money and the cred; bitch, you can keep the fame! What's my muthafuckin' name? Quezo, y'ain't heard? From College Park, bitch, where they flip them birds Put them thangs on the curb, mash out in the fast lane I'm thuggin' 'til I die, bitch, I'll never change! See we can throw them thangs, or we can pop them toys Shit, don't never get it twisted, I'm one of them Georgia boys! [Chorus: Q of ESC (Bun B)] We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone We ride big rims (Big rims) On big trucks (On big trucks) With big balls (With big balls) With big bucks (With big bucks) We straight puttin' on (Puttin' on) 'Cause we on ('Cause we on) Shinin' like a diamond, blowin' dro by the zone