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BIG DAWGS - 1973 Lyrics



BIG DAWGS - 1973 Lyrics
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Go back to playing the set little drummer boy you ain't a rapper
You actin so tough but you just a little whippersnapper
Gettin up in my business ain't gonna make you any less lonely
Didn't want to take it this far, shoulda kept your distance crodie
Quintuple threat, but we ain't even scratched the surface
One verse out of 5, bet that you already feel nervous
Call yourself a menace you gotta be tweaking
You ain't no Big Dawg, geeky boy stop geeking
Dissin for attention
Look like he'd go to an anime convention
And it ain't in your comprehension
That you was never in contention
Might as well call your arms your drumsticks
Looks like you weigh twenty plus six
Call Si a gymnast the way he doing tricks
You nun with those Bandlab kicks
Pipsqueak pipe down
You ain't in the Big Dawgs, beachy got you wiped down
Money got you wiped down, Bussy got you wiped down
Taking after Drake, you know that he the biggest perv around
Step down lil boy you ain't got no crown
Alright now I think that I am fed up enough (up enough)
Ain't nobody ever told this boy to shut his kisser up? (kisser up)
Say sum perverted when a girl stand up he a bum
Only thing he can say he done in life is play the drums
Bandlab beats are pathetic, you know he a scrub
Use AI for lyrics, funny that you said you'd jump
Beachy, he'd break your arm in half like a twig, that's a dub
Desperate for attention that why you stirred this up
Look at him tryna fit in again, aw shucks
When he gonna realize why he never have any luck
Mustache, forehead, glasses, nose, how he tryna act tough
He a cornball, and look, now he tryna show off
I'll never understand why you don't just give up
Shoulda known that you don't mess with the Big Dawgs
You ain't a rapper, you a yapper, imma need my earplugs
Hop off, your side part won't protect you from us
Thinkin that you all that, certified wanna be
Can't ever face the fact that you won't ever be like me
Call me a basic white boy 'cause I don't look like Milhouse
Threatening to jump me don't know what you even on about but
Your height advantage wouldn't help, this David and Goliath
Especially with that build but I ain't ever wanted violence
You ain't no part of us, imma need you to stay silent
His ego higher than Bob Marley, that boy not the brightest
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Go back to playing the set little drummer boy you ain't a rapper
You actin so tough but you just a little whippersnapper
Gettin up in my business ain't gonna make you any less lonely
Didn't want to take it this far, shoulda kept your distance crodie
Quintuple threat, but we ain't even scratched the surface
One verse out of 5, bet that you already feel nervous
Call yourself a menace you gotta be tweaking
You ain't no Big Dawg, geeky boy stop geeking
Dissin for attention
Look like he'd go to an anime convention
And it ain't in your comprehension
That you was never in contention
Might as well call your arms your drumsticks
Looks like you weigh twenty plus six
Call Si a gymnast the way he doing tricks
You nun with those Bandlab kicks
Pipsqueak pipe down
You ain't in the Big Dawgs, beachy got you wiped down
Money got you wiped down, Bussy got you wiped down
Taking after Drake, you know that he the biggest perv around
Step down lil boy you ain't got no crown
Alright now I think that I am fed up enough (up enough)
Ain't nobody ever told this boy to shut his kisser up? (kisser up)
Say sum perverted when a girl stand up he a bum
Only thing he can say he done in life is play the drums
Bandlab beats are pathetic, you know he a scrub
Use AI for lyrics, funny that you said you'd jump
Beachy, he'd break your arm in half like a twig, that's a dub
Desperate for attention that why you stirred this up
Look at him tryna fit in again, aw shucks
When he gonna realize why he never have any luck
Mustache, forehead, glasses, nose, how he tryna act tough
He a cornball, and look, now he tryna show off
I'll never understand why you don't just give up
Shoulda known that you don't mess with the Big Dawgs
You ain't a rapper, you a yapper, imma need my earplugs
Hop off, your side part won't protect you from us
Thinkin that you all that, certified wanna be
Can't ever face the fact that you won't ever be like me
Call me a basic white boy 'cause I don't look like Milhouse
Threatening to jump me don't know what you even on about but
Your height advantage wouldn't help, this David and Goliath
Especially with that build but I ain't ever wanted violence
You ain't no part of us, imma need you to stay silent
His ego higher than Bob Marley, that boy not the brightest
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Writer: Calvin Kasprzak, Dominic Loschiavo, Landon Whalen, Lucas Loschiavo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: BIG DAWGS
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Calvin Kasprzak, Dominic Loschiavo, Landon Whalen, Lucas Loschiavo
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