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You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?<br />She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot<br />You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub<br />She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love<br />Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone<br />Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone<br />And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows<br />Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own<br />Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones<br />Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone<br />And next weekend you invite her to your home<br />You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro<br />She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes<br />Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys<br />Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy<br />Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise<br />I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie<br />Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's<br /><br />[chorus]<br />She's a big shot. You know your dream girl<br />She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world<br />She's a big shot. You thought you could school her<br />She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor<br />She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler<br />She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser<br />She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind<br />You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time<br /><br />Now, what about that popular school kid?<br />The always have been, always will be cool kid?<br />The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback<br />Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs<br />The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck<br />Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep<br />He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle<br />When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble<br />He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom<br />He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone<br />But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long<br />Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song<br />He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear<br />While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror<br />He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club<br />Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up<br />He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool<br />When he has a party, everyone's invited except you<br />And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do<br />He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school<br /><br />[chorus]<br />He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet<br />Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college<br />He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty<br />Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey<br />He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid<br />Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick<br />He's a big shot..<br /><br />My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards<br />The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker<br />Than them 'cause they're the masters<br />I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme<br />and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse<br />To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter<br />He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards<br />After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter<br />Art you'll capture finally.<br />But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him<br />Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance<br />To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles<br />That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks<br />Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord<br />Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head<br />He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically<br />As it makes a parody of your passion<br />You tell friends you think he's tight<br />but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting<br />'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound<br />You know what else? Your looking at him right now<br /><br />[chorus]<br />I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me<br />Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me<br />I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep<br />But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak<br />I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me<br />The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me<br />I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props<br />The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
Letra nueva de la canción
You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?<br />She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot<br />You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub<br />She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love<br />Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone<br />Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone<br />And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows<br />Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own<br />Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones<br />Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone<br />And next weekend you invite her to your home<br />You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro<br />She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes<br />Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys<br />Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy<br />Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise<br />I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie<br />Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's<br /><br />[chorus]<br />She's a big shot. You know your dream girl<br />She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world<br />She's a big shot. You thought you could school her<br />She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor<br />She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler<br />She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser<br />She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind<br />You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time<br /><br />Now, what about that popular school kid?<br />The always have been, always will be cool kid?<br />The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback<br />Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs<br />The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck<br />Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep<br />He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle<br />When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble<br />He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom<br />He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone<br />But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long<br />Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song<br />He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear<br />While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror<br />He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club<br />Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up<br />He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool<br />When he has a party, everyone's invited except you<br />And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do<br />He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school<br /><br />[chorus]<br />He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet<br />Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college<br />He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty<br />Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey<br />He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid<br />Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick<br />He's a big shot..<br /><br />My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards<br />The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker<br />Than them 'cause they're the masters<br />I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme<br />and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse<br />To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter<br />He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards<br />After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter<br />Art you'll capture finally.<br />But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him<br />Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance<br />To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles<br />That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks<br />Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord<br />Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head<br />He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically<br />As it makes a parody of your passion<br />You tell friends you think he's tight<br />but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting<br />'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound<br />You know what else? Your looking at him right now<br /><br />[chorus]<br />I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me<br />Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me<br />I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep<br />But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak<br />I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me<br />The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me<br />I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props<br />The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
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