[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
Rap City, The Basement
Big Tigger, off the top, freestyle, no replacement
With my man Ludacris, and I-20
Coming on down every week and scooping honeys
You know how it go but please abstain from testing us
The album called The Golden Grain
DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way
And let my man Ludacris come through with the flow
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I see some fools ain’t smart ‘cause they going against me
I been rapping since Tyson punched Soda Popinski
On a whole ‘nother level, I pass the elite
You can ask Red and Meth, I’ll rip a Casio beat
Ribbit! Chicks dig it, long as my clique spit it
My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets
It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digits
I’ll rip ya eye out and play FOOS-ball with it
Girls see me, they holler and holler hard
So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park
My records just play, I don’t need payola
Long as my eyes stay redder than crayon Crayolas
And drill the player-hater, you hardly stacking
When you see me, don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman
Ludacris, mmm! “Velvet Jones”
AKA “Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone”
I’m carrying chrome, bullets headed straight to your dome
I dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones
It’s scary alone, scarier than hesitant people
Gotta smoke a lot of good, ‘cause my residence evil
My weapons are lethal, lethal like Murtaugh/Riggs
After I blast you, I’ma hurt y’all kids
When they see me in the street, parents blast and boo me
TVs in my ‘Lac are showing nasty movies
And all I gotta do is make a Hillandale call
I’m big, you smaller than Avondale Mall
[Break: Ludacris]
What! What! What!
I-20, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
[Verse 3: I-20]
Yeah, after ground, I hit you, put you under the street
The only peace that I know is hidden under my seat
Disturbing tha Peace, we selling out, you still on the shelf
2-0, I’m Pee Wee Herman, man, I’m feeling myself
You feeling my wealth? Check it, dog, here comes the cream
So many throwbacks, you’d swear I got a time machine
Know what I mean? Jump in the big-body Benz and
Car been stopped with the rims still spinning
It’s Information Infamous, I keep an infrared
Ducking D.A., neglecting off to never mess with Feds
I’m all about the bread, chrome to ya head, I bust it down
People call my style “monogamy,” ‘cause I don’t mess around
Yeah!
[Outro: Big Tigger & Ludacris]
I-Dub!
Tryna replace me in the worst way
Shoutout to JT, it’s his damn birthday
What! Golden Grain, baby!
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