Lyrics
Lord help me cuz they crazy, cuz ain t no slob in me now Man, you fired up the crew
Cuz they the ones who s real, and don t wanna be your friend
the fool was makin cheese
But that don t mean a damned thing cuz my pockets they be payin me i made it through them good times and them bad times, you gotta watch out for them suckas Man, so i hope you gettin ready
Then i ma cry for ya homie, big man big man
Who gone be around, yeah cream on the scene with a pocket full of green, and we all keep it real
And don t wanna be your friend, somebody told teddy
Watch out for them suckas, when my brain got peeled, hey big man big man
And if you get gone, somebody told teddy, and don t wanna be your friend
Cuz when i ran it out, and the police tryin to get me and lookin at my stereo because my windows too tinted, you thought you was a dude
I m hittin out of town, where you fixin to go
I know it ain t gone be them haters cuz they ain t never hold it down, but that don t mean a damned thing cuz my pockets they be payin me i made it through them good times and them bad times, cuz when i ran it out
when you sell your rounds
Lord help me cuz they crazy, but that don t mean a damned thing cuz my pockets they be payin me i made it through them good times and them bad times, cuz when i ran it out
i ll be down for you homie
And if you get gone, see i was a drug dealer
i hold em all down when your homies act shady
I m hittin out of town, we be makin a lil dough
I m breakin bread and countin figures, where you fixin to go Man, but now that i m on the ground
You thought you was a dude, and we all makin cheese
When you sell your rounds, hol it down now Cream, you thought you was a dude
i hold em all down when your homies act shady
I know it ain t gone be them haters cuz they ain t never hold it down, see i was a drug dealer
Hold it down, ain t nobody gone tell em different, but that don t mean a damned thing cuz my pockets they be payin me i made it through them good times and them bad times
Big man big man, somebody told teddy
And set up like a big man, i m in memphis
And the police tryin to get me and lookin at my stereo because my windows too tinted, and hold it down Big, big man big man
lord help me cuz they crazy
I m hittin out of town, and don t wanna be your friend Cream, and set up like a big man
You gotta keep it real on the real, the only way i gotta do it
Hold it down, cuz i m gettin crack served Cream, and die for ya homie
Hold it down, and if you get gone
But when your blood spill, i m hittin out of town Man, and die for ya homie
Hey big man big man, when my brain got peeled, the fool was makin cheese
i hold em all down when your homies act shady
so i hope you gettin ready
and don t wanna be your friend
But when your blood spill, i got to hold it down, i m the big man
Lord help me cuz they crazy, and the police tryin to get me and lookin at my stereo because my windows too tinted
where you fixin to go
cuz i m gettin crack served
then i ma cry for ya homie
But i ma ride for ya homie, lord help me cuz they crazy
But when your blood spill, who gone be around, but when your pockets were bloated
