Big Dudes Songtext / Lyric

It's the Moe-torola, too big for the Yoda

I ain't riding in a Honda, cause I might tip it over

Man it's big daddy, gon need a big Caddy

Hogging four lanes, so them boys can't pass me

Or that big Benz, or that big truck

So when I get in, I'm popped up on big buck

Big wood big boom, in the hood with Big Toon

They bopping in the mall, cause we shop at Big & Tall

Big boys gon ball, spring and the fall

The winter and the summer, in a stretched out Hummer

Bad guy with the lummer, bass beating like a drummer

Big dreams big schemes, big nigga and I'm doing big things






Big house big car, big money big star

Big nigga showing up, big spender at the bar

Big fat muddy cup, big ass on the buck

Big tire whole truck, big rims buttoned up

Big grill for the hoes, man you already know

Big boys put it down, big boys get chose

I like big brown eyes, and big round thighs

A lil' round navel, and a big ring inside

Got ol' nuts, big glory my story

Big clutch playa, like big Robert Horry

Big piece big chain, big name big fame

Big this big that, big every damn thang



Going low, and known to tip slow

It's Big Moe, I'm stepping through the do'

Slow and low, it's moving tip pole

It's Big Moe, I'm stepping through the do'



Big black Expedition, big deuce-deuce inches

Two big glock bitches, 'case boys big sixes

Big Toon I ain't tripping, I'm all about the riches

Gotta have big figgas, so I stay in the kitchen

I stay cooking O's, weighing 28 grams

Big dude damn fool, man that's who I am

Big boss playa, pretty hoe layer

It's Big Toon, Noke D and the Big Mayor

Slap a bitch in the mouth, talking down on the South

We so hot, a deep freezer couldn't cool us off

Big guns around here, will get your brains pushed out

Come around playing games, will get your name crossed out bitch



I ain't bigger than the average, but I'm larger than life

Like a throwing Pit, can't control his bark and his bite

Sight me in some'ing big, on some big ol' rims

Big on these bad bitches, but I like ghetto slim

As I slim, through my big black book

Trying to let these hoes know I'm trying to get at em, with this big black hook

Shook the block, with the big ol' 18's in the trunk

And resting 'cross the back seat, is a big ol' pump

Boys don't want none, the bigger they are the harder they haul

It's different with spinning rims, the bigger they are the harder the car

And when I haul in the club, I get big love from the streets

See I'm a independent big hard, chasing big dreams come on