no.1 stunna lyrics – big tymers

n*gg* can’t out-stunt me
when it come to these f*cking cars, n*gg*
believe that

you know me, i don’t need no introduction and sh*t
ride bentleys ’round the city on b*ttons, ya b*tch
arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun’n and sh*t
drop the top, block is hot, stay b*mping ya b*tch

b. atrice get it right, don’t tangle and twist it
hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that crissy
n*gg*s mad, don’t like it ’cause i’m banging they b*tches
when the light hit the ice, it tw*nkle and glistens

baby, brian, b, bubba, you can call me what you feel
hopping out the platinum hummer with the platinum grill
with the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
with the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(platinum rings)

n*gg*, sh*t ain’t changed, still doing my thing
still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
you don’t know another n*gg* that can stunt like me
(stunt like me)
big tymer representing, n*gg*, the u.p.t.

i’ma a hard stun’n n*gg* like evil knievel
jumping out lexes and hummers, showing off for my people
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

james bond, jackie chan and that b*tch, macgyver
private planes, jaguars, bentleys and prowlers
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

i put dubs on cars, when i ride, i’m fly
we thugs, not stars, b*tch, ride or die
put bricks on blocks, n*gg*, cooked and cut
juvy ’bout to hold the rocks, n*gg*, hook it up

diamonds on my hoes’ feet, when they walk, they spark
diamonds in my f*cking teeth, when i talk, i spark
don’t f*ck around with beef, when it start, i spark
me and my hot boy creeps, when it’s dark, we spark

just bought a new car and i spent about a million
the motherf*cking driver seat sitting in the middle
me and my son, wheezy, got a house by the water
i’ll be f*cking bad b*tches
(bad b*tches, bad b*tches)

i be hitting they daughters, i like my d*ck sucked fast
i like to play with them rookies
i like to f*ck ’em in they *ss while he beat up the p*ssy
i’m the #1 stunna, you don’t want my sh*t
i’ma stunt ’til i die, b*tch, the sh*t don’t quit

i’ma a hard stun’n n*gg* like evil knievel
jumping out lexes and hummers, showing off for my people
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

james bond, jackie chan and that b*tch, macgyver
private planes, jaguars, bentleys and prowlers
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

baby, pop the cristal and shine the jewels
get the cadillac from sewell with twenty inch l’s
boss b., slow down in the jag, you lost me
slow down, wayne, you know that’s all on me

but you know how slow the new rolls royce be
come on, you know how slow the new rolls royce be
baby, give me the ki’s, give me the weed
give me the gs, give me the mack-10
let me see happening, to me, these n*gg*s lagging

what’s up, boss b.?
you ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
you know i keep a blucka-blucka, hit ’em all week
give me the keys to the bubble, i’m on y’all street
juvenile
(juvenile)

baby, let me get the keys to the rover truck
man, let me get this beef sh*t over, bruh
but wait, my n*gg*, baby, he live on chrome
my n*gg*, baby, he get his shine on

i’ma a hard stun’n n*gg* like evil knievel
jumping out lexes and hummers, showing off for my people
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

james bond, jackie chan and that b*tch, macgyver
private planes, jaguars, bentleys and prowlers
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

i’ma a hard stun’n n*gg* like evil knievel
jumping out lexes and hummers, showing off for my people
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

james bond, jackie chan and that b*tch, macgyver
private planes, jaguars, bentleys and prowlers
i’m the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?
the # 1 stunna
wh-what, wh-what, what?

now, it’s plain and simple, n*gg*
i ain’t met a n*gg* yet could f*ck with
these cash money hot boys, with these cars, n*gg*
see that new monte carlo, that’s hot and on fire

that my dog, fresh, had first
we got ’em on dubs, that lexus, the new one
that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
i got that b*tch on dubs

and that yu, the new yukon, that’s bubble-eye
i got that b*tch on dubs
and that mercedes wagon, with the kit, that’s kitted out
look like it got frog eyes, that b*tch on dubs

and i got that benz that me and my dog bought
for our b*tches, we got this sh*t here on dubs
we all drive bentleys on dubs
i’m trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
i just bought me a platinum football field, n*gg*
ya understand?

don’t f*ck with me with these cars, n*gg*
(at all, playboy)
we the #1 stunnas, n*gg*
(n*gg*, we don’t give a f*ck)
got that viper with them rattling stripes
with that kit, ya understand?
we ain’t playing, tvs in all our sh*t
believe that, playboy
(f*ck your whole hood up)

/ big tymers lyrics