"Big Game Fishing" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
We gon' hit the ground runnin'
Uh
Raise your tray tables
Roll your seatbacks up
Uh, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
Love the whole city, but I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
True to the game, said, "Free my nigga C, the homie B.G."
Saying welcome home to Mac and my homie from the beach
My nigga G Style from 19th street
Jet Life nigga, hella ice on me
All mine, nothing 'bout me phony
Might win a Tony
Award for this play I pulled off on a ho who just chose me
New to it, baby girl so green
We gon' make more dough than that whole scene
John Coltrane and my Mulsanne green
Yeah, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me
Twelve bottles to a box, that's a case
We gon' need a motherfuckin' crate
Everybody in attendance, take a bottle to the face
I'ma show you how to celebrate
Jet Life, just when you niggas thought it was safe
To play games on the runway
We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank
You cannot hang, fuck what your homies think
They just gassing you, so behind your back, they can laugh at you
When you come at us, just asking to get massacred
Lyrical analyst
Thought I was too stoned to present that challenging shit
Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and
Scrambling to gather all of my classic shit
Realize that that boy could rap a lil' bit
Even thought I don't give a fuck and I'm always high on a bitch
Yeah, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me
C-Style, yeah, yeah
19th street, yeah, yeah
Won't see my niggas free, yeah
Yeah
We gon' hit the ground runnin'
Uh
Raise your tray tables
Roll your seatbacks up
Uh, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
Love the whole city, but I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
True to the game, said, "Free my nigga C, the homie B.G."
Saying welcome home to Mac and my homie from the beach
My nigga G Style from 19th street
Jet Life nigga, hella ice on me
All mine, nothing 'bout me phony
Might win a Tony
Award for this play I pulled off on a ho who just chose me
New to it, baby girl so green
We gon' make more dough than that whole scene
John Coltrane and my Mulsanne green
Yeah, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me
Twelve bottles to a box, that's a case
We gon' need a motherfuckin' crate
Everybody in attendance, take a bottle to the face
I'ma show you how to celebrate
Jet Life, just when you niggas thought it was safe
To play games on the runway
We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank
You cannot hang, fuck what your homies think
They just gassing you, so behind your back, they can laugh at you
When you come at us, just asking to get massacred
Lyrical analyst
Thought I was too stoned to present that challenging shit
Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and
Scrambling to gather all of my classic shit
Realize that that boy could rap a lil' bit
Even thought I don't give a fuck and I'm always high on a bitch
Yeah, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me
C-Style, yeah, yeah
19th street, yeah, yeah
Won't see my niggas free, yeah
