Big Mama Song Lyrics

Big Mama by Pink Guy

Big mama
selling narcotta
How much do it cost, b**ch?
None, zip, notta
Run from policia
hate, no drama
Fresh new Adidas
for the new-born stamina
Flows so pretty
I would turn around
and f**k it
Asian girl screams
sends a Bangkok ruckus
not a crack pipe
but I crack pipe vocally
Pipe kids down with
the black and local league
Got a big layer of bullsh*t
that covers me
Spying on your girl
from a tree
like Discovery-Channel
Bust through your
girls Vag-can*l
f**k ‘er in the ass
less humps than a camel
Yo, riddle this fictitious
little kittle
That rinses dishes
Blow kisses to bad girls
they flinch inches
Mad sketchy like Craig’s List
Ain’t sh*t, ya’ll finish short
like a midget at the races
When I’m on the beat
I’m some-like a cypher
podium possessed
picked, keep an old school
Like a typewriter
or knightrides
a horeslum
a nightrider
Or something like a king bombed it
On all these Alquedas
b**ch
Dont want this
in the thin line
Between a piece of sh*t and
A battle of ill minds
I got dumb people
that be testing my rounds
But I can bet
around the process of
These steadily-inclined
So when they ask who am I
Make their death slow and they feel the pain
And when Im not on my pill
My brain deteriorates
And I go insane.