I'm in here busy looking for the next top model A next top model We're drinking from the bottle We about to hit the big 3.O Party like it's carnival in Rio Life's too short, I need a V.O Yo, we live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight Who's

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too late, it's too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

Thought contagion Strung out falling from the big time Welcome to the infinite black skies You've been bitten by a true believer You've been bitten by someone's false beliefs It's too late for a revolution Brace for the final solution You've been bit by

Say what, say what? You know what, you know what? It's all in the family. My dick is bigger than yours My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucker, Korny Motherfucker', takin' over foes is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit

It's too bigbig (big) It's too wide (wide) It's too strong (strong) It won't fit (fit) It's too much (much) It's too tough (tough) It's too much He talk like this 'cause he can back it up He got a big ego

It's a lonely road, full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait 'til then I heard you're on the big train And oh this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place I

Too much juice, too much sauce Juice, sauce Ayy, when it's real, only money change Too much drip, too much clout Too much sauce I be foolin’ with my hooligans that Ruger bought Big rocks, spaceship, superstars (star) Actin' like they want smoke, we got

Tell 'em that I need more Tell 'em that we need more It's never, never been too late I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it Right now, right now, right now I know it's been a long, long It's been a long, long time A long time, I know it's

Sweat rollin down my hands and face, Big fan on the screen porch turnin', Cat looking for a hiding place, Sun's sinking but the fire's still burnin', Music playin' a few doors down I'm drawn to the sound, It's just too hot to sleep I walk restless to the

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be