House Real Big Cars Real Big Lyrics . The song name is Real Big which is sung by Mannie Fresh
House Real Big Cars Real Big Lyrics
[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Dick real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG…
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell u how i live…
Like that? buy that!
24’s – ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps…
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs…
I’m Rich-bitch! I’m a fucking big tyma!
[Verse 1]
King of the hood,
Everything wood,
Look like a forest N dah truck and I’m’ma put..
Matchin soakin set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back
Drop top that
Six-15’s beatin hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I’m just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin
Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash
Yeah Pimp’ dont put ur fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin’ alley up in the truck
And in the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuff
Clap off lights when u gettin affection
Clap on lights when u findin protection
Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator
Can u find another truck with a plush elevator
[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real BIG,
Everything real BIG…
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live…
Like that – buy that
24’s – ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps…
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs…
I’m Rich-bitch! I’m a fucking big tyma!
[Verse 2]
Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on)
And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)
Hey yall peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit-
(back up workin with a monstah)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes
Yall still doing lil league, and I’m in dah pros
And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I’m the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see
Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me
Yeah pimpin’ still blindin (bliiing!)
Keep’a steve harvey linin’ (edge it up)
And I’m’ma leather reclinin (lay back)
Put the music alpinin’ , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!)
[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real big,
Everything real BIG…
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live…
Like that – buy that
24’s – ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps…
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs…
I’m Rich-bitch! I’m a fucking big tyma!
[Verse 3]
Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin’
Landin in the projects in’na big jet plane (rollout!)
In a old blue chevy van
Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can’t
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I’m about to clown
Puttin it down-yall’
Spin my gutt
So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round (skirr–skuurr)
This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Pah’dunka-dunk all out of her pants….
With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!)
[Chorus]
House real big
Cars real big
Dick real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell u how i live
Like that buy that
24’s ride that
Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps
Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs
I’m Rich Bitch I’m a fucking big tyma
Music Video
Hey girl. Go on now
You know you’ve got everybody looking
Got a little boom in my big truck
Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud
Gonna watch you make me fall in love
Get up on the hood of my daddy’s tractor
Up on the tool box, it don’t matter
Down on the tailgate, girl I can’t wait
To watch you do your thing
Shake it for the young bucks sittin’ in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rockin’ ’til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinnin’ that country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Somebody’s sweet little farmer’s child
That got it in her blood to get a little wild
Pony tail and a pretty smile
Rope me in from a country mile
So come on over here and get in my arms
Spin me around this big old barn
Tangle me up like grandma’s yarn, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake it for the young bucks sittin’ in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rockin’ ’til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinnin’ that country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Guitar!
Now dance like a dandelion
In the wind on the hill underneath the pines, yeah
Move like the river flows
Feel the kick drum down deep in your toes
All I wanna do is get to holdin’ you and get to knowin’ you
And get to showin’ you and get to lovin’ you ‘fore the night is through
Baby you know what to do
Shake it for the young bucks sittin’ in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rockin’ ’til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinnin’ that country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Oh, country girl
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me
Country girl, shake it for me girl
Shake it for me girl, shake it for me