w J.T. The Bigga Figga

From Heat (Compilation album)



Hustlas, ballers, players

Yeah, uh

The father figure

It don't stop, it don't stop

Uh, it don't stop

One love, one love



[J.T. The Bigga Figga]

I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds

Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors

Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old

Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold

And I was told to put it down, and keep it real

Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill

In this California lifestyle that I live

Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs

Survivin in the city is a serious task

Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask

Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU

One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two



[Hook:]

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too

Baby youngsters wanna be like you

You're the father figure of today

We need to find a better way



[J.T. The Bigga Figga]

We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks

Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts

With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin

Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin

Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool

With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools

We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch

Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know



[Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down

It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a

Comin through, in all gray and blue

Kickin the game to the playas from the bay

All over the world and out the UK

Everybody around they love Snoop D-O