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 gap, big juicy fat c*ck
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel b*tch
You can't deal with this di*k from Bushwick
You said that, talk was cheap and her pus*y was deep
It's not the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean
So there's nothin to be provin, b*tch, 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*tch kept bustin
I was bumrushin, di*k 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*ck do I think I am?
It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B
Talk that he got his sh*t, now I'm put ya out your misery
Yeah that's right, step the f*ck back
And don't be callin me no motherf*ckin Bushwack
It's Bushwick, you di*k-suckin tricks
I oughta kick your ass cause your brain don't click
Witcha wanna be cool-ass, fool-ass
Act like you never enrolled within a school class
Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds
A n*gga 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 motherf*ckers don't come too big
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Back to Juanita, the peter eater
This b*tch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter
She said that my di*k tasted much sweeter yeah
Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes
And close your mouth for a minute
Before I end up stickin my di*k in it
And you can't handle that, it's too massive
Girl I f*ck around and block your wind passage
Bang bang, I was doin my thang
And the way I swang that b*tch couldn't hang
I, made the b*tch do, yoga
I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over
Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig
Stuck my di*k in, and I dug, can you dig?
I was runnin through that ass like an 18-wheeler rig
I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it
[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs
[ad libs to fade]