Текст (слова) песни: Eyedea and Abilities - Big Shot

 
You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? 
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot 
You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub 
She ain`t trippin` off you, she got your whole crew in love 
Your day dreamin` of getting her in the bedroom alone 
Straight feedin`, You`s beg like a dog for the bone 
And she`s peepin`, and the reason is she knows 
Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own 
Now, you`re a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones 
Y`all start speakin`, she grabs the number to your phone 
And next weekend you invite her to your home 
You weren`t even thinking. You got played by a pro 
She`s a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes 
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys 
Ain`t a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy 
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I`m telling you to be wise 
I know she`s a cutie, but there`s power in that coochie 
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi`s 
 
(chorus) 
She`s a big shot. You know your dream girl 
She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world 
She`s a big shot. You thought you could school her 
She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor 
She`s a big shot. She wouldn`t touch your ruler 
She`s so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser 
She`s a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind 
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time 
 
Now, what about that popular school kid? 
The always have been, always will be cool kid? 
The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback 
Cadillac convertible drivin`, signin` cheerleaders autorgraphs 
The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck 
Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep 
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle 
When he walks he waddles, and he ain`t never lost a squabble 
He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom 
He`s in your life everyday, and you can`t wait `til he`s gone 
But daddy owns a business, so it won`t be long 
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man`s song 
He`s got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear 
While your looking for a job, he`s looking in the mirror 
He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club 
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up 
He`s a preppy, fame hoggin`, pig headed fool 
When he has a party, everyone`s invited except you 
And your crew. And there really ain`t nothin` y`all can do 
He`s in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school 
 
(chorus) 
He`s a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet 
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college 
He`s a big shot. Testosterone thirsty 
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey 
He`s a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid 
Braggin` about a big dick, that chick and this chick 
He`s a big shot.. 
 
My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards 
The people that never clap for your set, they think you`re whacker 
Than them `cause they`re the masters 
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme 
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse 
To him you`re a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter 
He`s preachin` he`s live. But he`s only that word backwards 
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter 
Art you`ll capture finally. 
But while he breathes, m.c.`s don;t even flatter him 
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance 
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin` kids in battles 
That`ll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya` your team sucks 
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord 
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head 
He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically 
As it makes a parody of your passion 
You tell friends you think he`s tight 
but secretly, you hope his career won`t be lasting 
`Cause he`s an asshole. But you know he`s got nice sound 
You know what else? Your looking at him right now 
 
(chorus) 
I`m a big shot. Don`t front, you know you love me 
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me 
I`m a big shot. Hey, you can say I`m a creep 
But put me in a room with your idols and I`ll make `em look weak 
I`m a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me 
The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me 
I`m a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props 
The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
 

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