Lyric It s a Big Daddy Thing
Ahh yeah
We gon pump this up one time
As we set it off a little like this, kick it!
Pump it up now (it s a Big Daddy thing)
As we send this out to New York City
Can t forget the posse down in Philly
Also in Detroit (it s a Big Daddy thing)
Chicago, Atlanta GA
Sendin this out to Miami (it s a Big Daddy thing)
Tampa, can t forget Virginia and North Carolina
L.A. and Oakland (it s a Big Daddy thing)
And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this
(it s a Big Daddy thing)
Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain
with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane
Cause you can t maintain, I drained every brain
to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
or path or road, until the next one be sewed
That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
or be funky like a underarm
And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow
Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha
The teacher, the tutor
They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter
And I ain t about that slouchin or crabbin
so save it -- cause that s one thing I ain t havin
Because the purpose I serve is to please ya
Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia
So bust a pimp without a limp
And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
get loose I put a boost and used to chill
the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice
"Big Daddy thing" (2X)
I m just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
Cause you re useless, makin up excuses excuses
So never touch tap tangle or tamper
A fearless fly foe ll get slapped with a Pamper
Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
But I ma chill, won t even dispute you now
Actin wild just ain t my style
Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
quiet as kept, not like a starter you
but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
In the Dead Zone, you shouldn t have left home
Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
I bring the terror, horror, there s no tomorrow
Child you shouldn t even bother
to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
So let me school ya plus scoop your female
Just like a jiggalo but I m much bigger though
I m like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
and improve with every move, that s why you ve
been enhanced by the mentally divine
So play football, and let s go the nine
Shorts I take none, cause I ain t the one
In eighty-nine there s damage bein done
And for you to diss me, will be very risky
Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
To break and make my foes dispose in force
So y all can see how me the Kane will just reign
superior, cause I ain t even hearin ya
Save the yang, cause it s a Big Daddy thang
"Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end)
And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph
Can t forget Big Sha, Big Therm
And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace
Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be
Mack Daddy Nick, know what I m sayin?
Can t forget my man Ant Live
And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace!
We gon pump this up one time
As we set it off a little like this, kick it!
Pump it up now (it s a Big Daddy thing)
As we send this out to New York City
Can t forget the posse down in Philly
Also in Detroit (it s a Big Daddy thing)
Chicago, Atlanta GA
Sendin this out to Miami (it s a Big Daddy thing)
Tampa, can t forget Virginia and North Carolina
L.A. and Oakland (it s a Big Daddy thing)
And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this
(it s a Big Daddy thing)
Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain
with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane
Cause you can t maintain, I drained every brain
to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
or path or road, until the next one be sewed
That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
or be funky like a underarm
And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow
Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha
The teacher, the tutor
They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter
And I ain t about that slouchin or crabbin
so save it -- cause that s one thing I ain t havin
Because the purpose I serve is to please ya
Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia
So bust a pimp without a limp
And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
get loose I put a boost and used to chill
the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice
"Big Daddy thing" (2X)
I m just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
Cause you re useless, makin up excuses excuses
So never touch tap tangle or tamper
A fearless fly foe ll get slapped with a Pamper
Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
But I ma chill, won t even dispute you now
Actin wild just ain t my style
Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
quiet as kept, not like a starter you
but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
In the Dead Zone, you shouldn t have left home
Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
I bring the terror, horror, there s no tomorrow
Child you shouldn t even bother
to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
So let me school ya plus scoop your female
Just like a jiggalo but I m much bigger though
I m like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
and improve with every move, that s why you ve
been enhanced by the mentally divine
So play football, and let s go the nine
Shorts I take none, cause I ain t the one
In eighty-nine there s damage bein done
And for you to diss me, will be very risky
Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
To break and make my foes dispose in force
So y all can see how me the Kane will just reign
superior, cause I ain t even hearin ya
Save the yang, cause it s a Big Daddy thang
"Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end)
And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph
Can t forget Big Sha, Big Therm
And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace
Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be
Mack Daddy Nick, know what I m sayin?
Can t forget my man Ant Live
And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace!
