2:00 Your Time
Mandy is two
You ought to see her eyes of cornflower blue
They really look as it they actually knew
That she's a big girl now
Mandy is two
You ought to see how many things she can do
She knows her alphabet
And ties her own shoes
And no one showed her how
If you could see her majesty
With braids in her hair
Almost as though her Sunday beau
Came around and brought her an orchid to wear
Mummy is blue
Because her little girl is going on three
But Miss Amanda she's as proud as can be
Cause she's a big
Tarantula
Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beatin' boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do
Either keep up or you can't
Mildew or barbeque! Crack or do yo thang!
Dang I ain't come here for no dumb shit
You tell me which one of them is the hardest nigga: lyrics or the drum kick?
And when its finished over and done with
I'mma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch
I ain't no speedy and you said I beat it too much
I ain't gon eat it you ain't gon' drown me and I pound it enough
They see me leavin' with the big butt woman
With me walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin in the front 'cause the tv's runnin'
Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck" on it
I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey cause I heard him holl'n
"Hold on baby I'm comin!"
We hushed those (ssshh) who never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told you (Tarantula)
So do what you 'sposed to (Tarantula)
Give me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed
It's just like I told you (Tarantula)
Came up like I'm 'sposed to (Tarantula)
And I'm known as the mutha fuckin' black prince of the south
So wop-ba-ba-loo-bop, bitch watch out
I make ya mama shake a tail feather
Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here
'Cause you know it make him feel threatened
Go get ya sexy dress to turn me on
While he down there quotin' Betty Wright
"I know you not gon' sing that song!"
I hit the chart and never move off or homie cool off
Before your nose look like Rudolf
I give it to 'em and this bitch can't handle it
Ol' ugly jealous mutha fucka this shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of bass string kicks and piano
They callin me "Big Bucks, No Whammies!"
This year I'm screamin' "Jive Records, Big Truck, got dammit"
Heads up, tighten up, nigga move
Rank: CEO (slash) rapper (slash) fool
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I'm fixin' to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillespie
Heavens to Betsy, Julio Iglesias couldn't out-rock me Speedy Gonzales couldn't
come catch me
The Grammy-nominated Especially...
The Soul Train Award winner call me Black Elvis Presley
You probably can't keep up with what you see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildings chop down trees
I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You Japanese!"
I'm up the millions 'cause of what I invent
Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light on approachin' your initial descent
A.K.A. "The Tarantula"
Hot rhymes coming from a canister
I'm keepin' my fans with something to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' until I finish my fuckin' last song
Bitch walk like a barbarian
Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin' hoes starin'
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