Heh heh, a ho ho ho
Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G
He he, yooo
[Bushwick Bill]
I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock
She had a gat, big juicy fat c***
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel b****
You can't deal with this d*** from Bushwick
You said that, talk was cheap and her p**** was deep
It's not the size of the s*** but the motion of the open
So there's nothin to be provin, b****, get to movin
And rub my nuts, cause it's soothin
And don't be too rough, cause I'ma kick you in your stuff
She was goin strong, I had it goin on
With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees
Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin
But the son of a b**** kept bustin
I was b**rushin, d*** hard as trig
Man them lambskins don't come too big
[Chorus]
They don't come too big
I know, I know, they don't come too big - HA!
They don't come too big
I know, I know, they don't come too big - YES
[Bushwick Bill]
People hear my jams cause they slammin
And ask who in the f*** do I think I am?
It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B
Talk that he got his s***, now I'm put ya out your misery
Yeah that's right, step the f*** back
And don't be callin me no m*********** Bushwack
It's Bushwick, you d***-suckin tricks
I oughta kick your a** cause your brain don't click
Witcha wanna be cool-a**, fool-a**
Act like you never enrolled within a school class
Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds
A n**** weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds
But I laughed, that's a small task
Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked
Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig'
You ho m************ don't come too big
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Back to Juanita, the peter eater
This b**** swallowed my s**** by the 2-liter
She said that my d*** tasted much sweeter yeah
Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes
And close your mouth fore a minute
Before I end up stickin my d*** in it
And you can't handle that, it's too massive
Girl I f*** around and block your wind passage
Bang bang, I was doin my thang
And the way I swang that b**** couldn't hang
I, made the b**** do, yoga
I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over
Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig
Stuck my d*** in, and I dug, can you dig?
I was runnin through that a** like an 18-wheeler rig
I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[ad libs to fade]
Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G
He he, yooo
[Bushwick Bill]
I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock
She had a gat, big juicy fat c***
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel b****
You can't deal with this d*** from Bushwick
You said that, talk was cheap and her p**** was deep
It's not the size of the s*** but the motion of the open
So there's nothin to be provin, b****, get to movin
And rub my nuts, cause it's soothin
And don't be too rough, cause I'ma kick you in your stuff
She was goin strong, I had it goin on
With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees
Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin
But the son of a b**** kept bustin
I was b**rushin, d*** hard as trig
Man them lambskins don't come too big
[Chorus]
They don't come too big
I know, I know, they don't come too big - HA!
They don't come too big
I know, I know, they don't come too big - YES
[Bushwick Bill]
People hear my jams cause they slammin
And ask who in the f*** do I think I am?
It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B
Talk that he got his s***, now I'm put ya out your misery
Yeah that's right, step the f*** back
And don't be callin me no m*********** Bushwack
It's Bushwick, you d***-suckin tricks
I oughta kick your a** cause your brain don't click
Witcha wanna be cool-a**, fool-a**
Act like you never enrolled within a school class
Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds
A n**** weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds
But I laughed, that's a small task
Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked
Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig'
You ho m************ don't come too big
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Back to Juanita, the peter eater
This b**** swallowed my s**** by the 2-liter
She said that my d*** tasted much sweeter yeah
Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes
And close your mouth fore a minute
Before I end up stickin my d*** in it
And you can't handle that, it's too massive
Girl I f*** around and block your wind passage
Bang bang, I was doin my thang
And the way I swang that b**** couldn't hang
I, made the b**** do, yoga
I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over
Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig
Stuck my d*** in, and I dug, can you dig?
I was runnin through that a** like an 18-wheeler rig
I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[ad libs to fade]