Big Ed - Who Am I? Lyrics
[big ed] (da diiiiiiiick)I'm having a big problem, or should i say difficulty?With my body's facultyMy wood ain't acting right, as soon as i got this girl to act rightSeduced her to give up the ass on the first nightHer name is cynthia, hell of a body that will send for yaBackstage, d.c, had my niggas go send for herShe spotted me and she said"i was just wondering why they call you big ed?"Now that's the million dollar question hon'Let just say in the sack i'm known to make a runForget about it, cause i'll hit you with that pressureCan't wait to undress ya, with your fine ass lookin' like vanessa5'11", light skin, green eyes and convaciosDefintely lickable in delicate placesNot tonight though, strickly just to dick downGot to the telly, honey laid down, pulled the pannies way downAin't got time to waste now, she's tuggin' at my waist nowDropped my pants, dropped my drawers, and whipped it outInserted into her mouth, she wrapped her head around the earShe let me watch my dick disappear, reappearI rubbed the cat, finger *****ed it, she grabbed my hand and sucked itAnd in the other hand nothing but dickI got my jim-hand but when i tried to put it onMy hard-on was goneI told my dick "attention salute"But he didn't, insuborate motheruckerWhat happened to the rocka rocka mother*****er?Then he spoked, spoked me i almost chokedOn my spit, this is ricdoulousI'm looking at my piece like whose dick is this?(who am i? i'm the nigga that made youI'm the reason why all the honies laid youI got 'em doing all that freaky shit they doReprations overdue)Nigga hold up, reprations? (yeah i said it)Now what you mean you got me *****? (oh i didn't get it?)(only thing you did was brag about meTelling 'em how i'm hangin' like nights of the boogieAll in the your raps, all in your convoYou building curosity straight from the get-goYou know, and i know, that she wants to knowAnd she ain't gonna go, until she knows how long i grow)Nigga i got it from the game i spitI enticed the mind way before she saw the dickWhat you mean you made me? i'm the that bust the rapsBust the gats (yeah but i got the nuts to go do thatHoes i run through that)Fool when i walk in the spot they be like who that?(nigga they be lookin' at the bulge in your pantsThe size of your feet and hands, peepin' out your stanceMusclar, six pack, don't mean shitThey leave your stupid ass if you go impatentNigga you ain't shit without me, can't do shit without meCause every women loves a big fat stiffyThat she can sit on, direct and cream onAnd if i don't rise up, best believe she's goneAlot of women want their cats lickedBut it takes a backseat to some bomb dickEven money won't do the trick, she'll get tired of the shitShe'll start sneaking around hunting for some dickThe want from you to lift shit, fix shitYou wouldn't be around if you weren't attached to dickI'm in control, i'm the brain's extensionNo matter you postition, just look at bill clintonDykes hate you but buy me off the shelf)Man nigga ***** you (nawl that's bad for your healthAnd while we on the topic, this bad hoe you wanna stabCan't ***** with her dogg, she got crabsAnd they'll get in my afro, oh hell noLet's just bust from flacio, cause she'll go)*door slams*
