Look here I can't afford to pause And I do not sleep Still buying all my drawz up at the Swap Meet I'm making lots of doe But funny how I'ma spend it I don't need new clothes Just property with tenants And I don't know no jokes I'm not about no play Love for all my folks who poor in South L.A. I'm from the slums of life Didn't have a pot to put it That's why I love this mic and how I got so good at Bussin' all these flows and bussin' all these tracks We gon' get some gold get us some platinum plaques (I heard that) Money talk I stay fluent with Busters can't ruin it Cause' we straight doing it big CHORUS Big, huge, monumental Stretched out four door Continental Enough for me plus all my kin folk That's how we rollin' that's how we roll (repeat) They love when I rhyme My flow is divine I ain't the one ta' Get caught up in this jungle, sometimes it make me wonder How Wall Street all eat good and my hood hungers But we making it escaping these snakes like Anaconda Big, huge through paying our dues Now Avenue is taking over we ain't playing with fools Or playing with crews You dudes must have got it confused Tena Jones paper chasing Mama need some new shoes We do it big CHORUS To the homie Mod, Tena The lineage of Jones Known for sown seeds, don't get it twisted we break bones Uproot from homes Take the cutest turn em' into trolls and gnomes So far fetched, so far gone The very same blood through them and Grits of course it's And since we share a spirit make sense combine the forces No time to sort our loses (they shooting') We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving' the block On 4th Ave cause' I know they got them bricks that rock My boy MOD hit us off with some heat to speak on The average M.C. need weed to be gone Monumental life forms, who twice born And write poems in clubs making thugs throw forearms In the dirty, dirty Mid south, Tennessee, Nashville, Grits legendary spitters fo'sheez CHORUS We all just wanna be loved I guess Yes, that's why I stay until A.M. making' hits that ought' a be subbed Ought' a be dubbed one of the best I'm ill, every D.J. who real should bang it This one ought' a be clubbed Love when I'm rubbed the wrong way So some offend me Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab Pen and pad while they sip Cris' and Henny I write these life lessons and spit just what's in me Be big like Dikembe Here to Japan is what my plan is Put money right where my hand is Ghetto brothas who po' can understand this And folks surviving' off just bread and mayonnaise I be wondering who's uncle Sam is Cause' in South Central L.A. we barely can live I hand picked my squad only a few in it Label tried screwing it We survived doing it big CHORUS