Текст (слова) песни: JT the Bigga Figga - The Appetizer

 
(I told you once I told you twice, the Bigga Figga 
nigga ain`t nothin nice so get your game for the day I 
advise ya it ain`t the meal it`s just the meal it`s 
just the appetizer) 
 
Start the flow show playas gotta get low 
Poppin at the ho hoes in the front row 
Mack on a bitch for the hell of it 
Because it`s not relevant but still she gotta do it 
I do what I want to do the boys in the blue 
Wanna fuck with the niggaz in my crew 
Knowin it`s the top notch down with the functions 
Better known as the Get Low Productions 
Passin them licks going nationwide 
Shit was thick when I was taking that ride 
Tryin to get a show here trying to get a show there 
Mothafuckas trippin but a nigga didn`t care 
Bumpin my shit everywhere I went 
Gettin my money in dollars and cents 
Jiggin my tapes on Mac Daddy boulevard 
Didn`t give a fuck if you had a hot credit card 
Playin my demo rollin in a Limo 
Me and young Herm with the indo 
Two mack daddies dog and a caddy 
Pitbull drop gold Z`s and a candy 
D-Moe the Youngsta, Seff the Gaffla 
JT The Bigga what more could you ask for? 
Maybe you could ask for Steve or Gigolo 
If I didn`t tell you then they will let you know 
Peepin out game so you better try to wise up 
It ain`t the meal it`s just the appetizer 
 
(yeah that`s my boy JT in this mothafuckin record for 
you just a little appetizer, but now we got the full 
force meal cause you know the deal ya know) 
 
At the party at the Hyatt hotel 
You ain`t got a room too bad oh well 
You can be a baller with a fat stack 
But forger the ass if you ain`t no rapper 
Poppin at a bitch but that ain`t shit 
The nigga that qualified got a platinum hit 
That`s right groupies playing like Snoopy 
All I want is the oochie coochie 
Tryin to get them before they get me 
Plottin on the one with all the money 
A Honda Accord and a gang of ass 
On my tip for a backstage pass 
Tellin me to come whenever I`m ready 
Asking more questions than Fab Five Freddy 
End of the summer and shit kinda cool 
Wanna give up the ass before they go back to school 
Notice at a party bitches be in fresh clothes 
See right through them they ain`t nothin but turf hoes 
Straight pony tails and clothes that they borrowed 
Look good now they won`t look good tomorrow 
Niggas goin out for punk ass bitches 
Keepin em fresh and a pocket full or riches 
Get some game is what you better do 
Find a trick and sell her a dream or two 
That`s how it`s done in the city of Frisco 
Niggas be mackin, niggas be gettin low 
Not going low on them hoes like them others 
Being myself I can`t be like them brothers 
You better get some game and you better try to wise up 
But if you eat the ass then that`s your appetizer 
 
(Yeah what`s up my nigga you done that shit what`s up 
my nigga JT`s in the mothafuckin house kick some more 
of that shit for your boy) 
 
Startin my last verse straight outta Frisco 
Comin from the shoulders don`t need no pistol 
Niggas always talkin about how they gangstas 
Pop a nigga quick but I`d rather bank ya 
And wake you up and bank your ass again 
And go to the store for some juice and gin 
And walk to the house and make me another hit 
SP-12 coming out with some funky shit 
Like this song here called appetizer 
Just to let you know and just to remind ya 
Poppin much flavor is it spicy enough? 
Or is it too tender, or is it too tough? 
I think I put it together just fine 
Ya hear me once and ya wanna rewind 
So that`s just lettin me know that it`s on hit 
You hear my style and niggas can`t fuck with it 
Try to play deep and they out on the show 
Goin toe to toe they can`t fuck with my flow 
Cause you know my style too sick 
Like the crazy mothafucka named Gin, the pit 
Shake em up shake em up shake em 
Drag him in a cut cause now it`s time to break him 
Tear it off nigga what you got 
Tip toe tip toe to the mothafuckin spot
 

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The Appetizer