Lyrical Breakdown of Big Scoob - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Scoob" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Well alright; he he he he he
This would go out to all my hasslers out there in Killer City
Doing your thing baby; he he he
You already know this nagger mehn
He's been runnin' all around here for years
Hash-tag
This is thing you forget every good hassler must have some
His family n' folks call him stupid but I know him like
Big Scoob! That's my nigga rippin it up
Put the hood up on my shoulders man I'm lifin it up
Tip in my cup, still a nigga givin a fuck
You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin them guts
Man they wanna see the boss don
I be stompin on the hardest streets they walk on
Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong
You can test it nigga watch me get my vill on, yeah!!
I ain't changed nigga hungry for bread
Left me for dead, duckin dodgin shakin the feds
What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin for mine, fresh off the grind
Still gutta sick with these rhymes
Flippin these lines, you can see the truth in my eyes
Never no lies, leven vill screamin with pride
Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin gutta livin villain that's me
(Tell em who you talkin bout)
The way I, drink heavy when I party n shit
The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry n shit
The way I, make it switch it from red to dookie brown
Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay em down
On the roads and be no lost cause and wait around
Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound
The way I refrain, from hangin with simps and never
Fuckin with shrimp that ain't deveined
The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder (flash!)
Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader
Why I'm half martyr, The reason I take showers cuz
I don't like sittin in ma ass water
My reason for red chucks and red laces
My reason for fuckin up and never catchin fair cases
The way I go so hard on the liquor
Vill livin' is a given and create it because of my nigga
Scoob!; big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)
Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry, big homie from the show me niggas know me
Only villain take a yic and then I cloning
Real talk I can give it how you want it
I can put you niggas on that 5-6
Villain niggas movin the crowd, and I'm tryna make Strange
Put some hog in they style
Dogg and I'm wild, vans left the bark on the ground
Stompin him out, pussy nigga runnin' his mouth
But for now imma changed man
OG so I'm stickin to the game plan
Takin papers makin moves like a grown man
Vill steppin in the seven first up for the field plan
And you can get it if you want it with me
Definitely, I can give you more than you need
Gutta livin and I'm screamin the V
Wherever I be, that's how you niggas know that it's me
Scoob!; big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)
Big scoob, scoob
Schoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)
This has been brught to you by big old cop of a big old Canadian whisky; he he he
And I take a drink mehn
We'd party, kicking it baby
All this album yeah
Ain't nobody gave me a Dollar and nothing
And am coming back to be a big scoob; you know am a hassler am gonna make some money mehn