Big Girl

[Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid]

Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime

So it seems like it doesn't make sense

[Female singing with laughing in the background]

[Sniffing]

[Verse]

Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke

They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats

They had stacks on the tables, cables

I had to say it was like early May

A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date

I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique

Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente

He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink

I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink

Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks

Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink

Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses

Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses

Toney with the Montana, I came to play

With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay

Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige

I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage

I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on

What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria?

Y'all money that long?

Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking

You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him"

And this one bitch called me Fat Albert

The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it

Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets

They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me

Just because you left home, this is Tone

Yo, you see I flip stones

Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned

3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks

And they picky when it come to they dick

If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well

Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells

Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail

And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell

Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop

College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop

And all I ask in life's for you to be careful

Stay focused, take care of your health

Have kids and marry a prince

Good luck and happiness

And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow

The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow

And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library

You got the right conversation, education and looks

With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks

Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid

Computer wizard, you about to get paid

[Outro, over background singing]

Yea

You know I just met y'all

And I love y'all already and all that

But y'all gotta get off that nose candy

To make it in life and all that shit

That's why I'm here

I'm like a father figure and all that shit

I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but

Ya'nawm sayin?

Cause I drop jewels all over the place

Y'all too pretty for that

Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt

I just want y'all to snap out of it

You know why? 'Cause you's a