Rick Ross – BIG TYME Lyrics

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[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Rick Ross]
God, thank you
For blessing me for everything that you’ve blessed me with
They tried to see me down, but we way up
Jesus
Oh this Swizz Beatz talking on a Just Blaze track
Rick Ross on the poetry
Ay, Just, this religious
God dammit, says
Just Blaze

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
Surviving R. Kelly, registered pedophiles (Damn)
Tried to feed all my niggas and spread the cheddar ’round (God damn)
Gotta castle in Cali where I quote the Qu’ran
It’s a mansion full of gods ’til I pass the baton
I bow my head (Bow my head), you know what’s next (Wooh)
I say my prayers (Wooh), hands across my chest (God damn)
Breaking shackles, I’m that nigga disobeying his master (Oh)
Paper chasing, standing still is a fuckin’ disaster (Oh)
Emmett Till (Emmett Till), cement shoes (Damn)
Can I live? My mamma rent due (Wooh)
Penal systems come to the Source, Benzino of C Notes (Oh)
G don’t wanna see it unless it’s Moschino (Wooh)
It ain’t really real until it’s a kilo (Damn)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino
(Say it again)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino (Ross)

[Chorus: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Big time, I just do it big time (Hey)
All my niggas really do it big time (God damn)
Lil’ niggas, but we do it big time (Big time)
Started with a nickel rock, now I’m big time
Big time (Big time), big time (Say What)
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Ladies and gentleman)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (God dammit)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time (God dammit)
Big time (Wooh), big time (Wooh)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time (Hey)
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time (Big time)
Two seater (Woohoo), big time (Oh)
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time, big time, big time, big time, big time
My momma gotta come to me because I’m big time (Wooh)
Big time, real nigga, big time (Hey)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time (Big time)
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time
Amen (Amen Ross)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
I pray somebody tell you ’bout these bumpy roads (Woo)
Only maps to follow is your bible quotes (Yes)
And all them things your grandmother and father spoke (Yes)
I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post (Jesus)
Cappin’ on niggas, that shit’ll get you smoked (Oh)
But if you rap a lil’ different, that shit’ll get you more (Woo)
Just like baggin’ them nickels up and down different coasts (Ah)
I be stackin’ them tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (Oh)
I be stackin’ my tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (A billi’)
I was washing the dishes, but now I get to toast (Woah)
I’m the talk of the bitches while they sippin’ mimosas (What’s up?)
We could gossip ’bout the digits, discuss a few numbers (Talk to me)
Too many losses inside the trenches, don’t let this become us (Wow)
Big time, Maybach Music (God damn)
I just got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers (God damn)
Or catch me out in Haiti, still running up numbers (God damn)
If I look into your eyes, then I made you a promise
Miami Heat, I rep like my name was Udonis (Damn)

[Chorus 2: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Damn)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (Oh)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time
(Wo wo wo wo wo)
Big time (Big time), big time (Hey)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time (What’s up)
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time
Two seater (Woo), big time
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time (Woo), big time
My barber gotta come to me because I’m big time
Big time (Woo), real nigga, big time (What’s up)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time

[Outro: Swizz Beat]
I know you’re big time
It’s your time to shine

Maybach Music

Queen – Bring Back That Leroy Brown Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!

[Verse 1]
Bet your bottom dollar bill you’re a playboy, yeah, yeah!
Daddy cool, with a ninety dollar smile (oh yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude
And he get right out of town
Well, I got to getty up steady up, shoot him down
Got to hit that latitude, babe

[Chorus]
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!

[Verse 2]
Big, bad Leroy Brown – he got no common sense
No, no, he got no brains, but he sure got to lot of style
Can’t stand no more in this, here, jail
I got to rid myself of this sentence
Got to get out of the heat, step into the shade
Got to get me there dead or alive, babe
Woo, woo, big, bad Leroy, woo, woo
Woo, woo, big, bad Leroy Brown

[Chorus]
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!

[Verse 3]
Big mama Lulu Belle – she had a nervous breakdown
She had a nervous breakdown
Leroy’s taken her honey chile away
But she met him down at the station, ooo-hoo
Put a shotgun to his head, and, unless I be mistaken
This is what she said
Big bad big boy, big bad Leroy Brown
I’m going to get that cutie pie

[Chorus]
Bring back, bring back, bring back that Leroy Brown, yeah!

[Verse 4]
Big bad caused a mighty fine sensation, yeah, yeah!
Gone and got himself elected President
(We want Leroy for President)
Next time you got to hit a bitty baddy weather
This time like a shimmy shammy leather
He’s a big boy, bad boy Leroy
I don’t care where you get him from

[Outro]
Bring that big, bad Leroy back
Want him back