You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub
She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
And next weekend you invite her to your home
You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

(chorus)
She's a big shot. You know your dream girl
She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
She's a big shot. You thought you could school her
She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a
sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that popular school kid?
The always have been, always will be cool kid?
The class president valedictorian. 'A plus', star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror

He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a
school

(chorus)
He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his
jersey
He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
He's a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
The people that never clap for your set, they think you're
whacker
Than them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
Art you'll capture finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids
in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
He says, 'F**k You!' with clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a parody of your passion
You tell friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him right now

(chorus)
I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props
The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop





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    General Commentman can this guy rhym.. im not too into hiphop but i dig what this dude can do, hes got so much more talent then any of the big "star" rappers out there
    artificelnoiseon December 08, 2004   Link
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    General CommentI'm not that into hip hop either, I hate the mainstream stuff that's out right now.. the artists like talib kweli, jurassic 5, common, poetical underground'ish kind of rap is what I am in to.. I have this song on my winamp playlist and it says its 3:50 long, I can't even read all those words in 4 mins, but the song seems like it lasts for 7 minutes, the creativity and flow in this song is amazing
    anothertrendon August 22, 2005   Link
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    General CommentHaha, does anyone notice that he says "Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy"

    I'm not sure if it's intentional, but I take the Lucy as a reference to Atmosphere (another great rap group if you're not familiar) who often use the name Lucy in their lyrics when speaking of a female character (much like a Jane Doe type thing, every antagonistic female is named Lucy).

    *shrug*

    Funny
    brain_stewon November 24, 2006   Link
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    General Comment*Agrees with brain_stew*
    I think you're right.
    This song is great and seems to break the overall dark theme of the album.
    Reidja7on April 03, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI'm a casual hip hop fan, but not like Fifty or Paul Wall, or whoever's big now. But I like memorizing songs occasionally, and i pretty much have this one down, just because I can't stop listening to it. It's really a great showcase of rhymes that actually make sense.
    suorangeon June 01, 2007   Link
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    General CommentDoes any body know if Micheal Larsen(Eyedea) was in IB?
    kaa18on February 07, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionYou know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
    She talks in riddles and sort of tickles your soft spot
    You see her in the club
    She treats you like a scrub
    She ain't trippin' off you
    She got your whole crew in love
    You're day dreamin' of gettin' her in that bedroom alone
    Straight feenin', you beg like a dog for the bone
    And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
    There's a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
    Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
    Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
    And next weekend, you invite her to your home
    You weren't even thinking, you got played by a pro
    She's a big shot
    Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
    Took advantage of a thousand, only slept with three guys
    Ain't a hoe or a groupie, Jane Doe or a Lucy
    Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
    Yo, I know she's a cutie, but she goes for the Loochi
    Sure her words sounded sincere, she even made me cry
    Hey, don't think I'm goofy, but there's power in that coochie
    Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

    She's a big shot, you know, your dream girl
    She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
    She's a big shot, you thought you could school her
    She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a
    sexual tutor
    She's a big shot, she won't touch your ruler
    She's so beautiful, a cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
    She's a big shot, your eyes are glued to her behind
    You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

    Now, what about that popular school kid?
    The always have-been, always will-be cool kid?
    The class president valedictorian, A+, star quarterback
    Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autographs
    The letter on the jacket, medal around the neck
    Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
    He only dates models, drinks his Summit from the bottle
    When he walks, he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
    He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
    He's in your life every day, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
    But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
    Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
    He got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
    While you're looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
    He walks the halls surrounded by his fan club
    Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
    He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
    When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
    And your crew, and there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
    He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a
    school

    He's a big shot, thick knot in his wallet
    Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
    He's a big shot, testosterone thirsty
    Hallway father figure with his masculinity stained on his
    jersey
    He's a big shot, I.B. class whiz-kid
    Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
    He's a big shot

    My favourite are the rappers, the egotistical bastards
    The people that never clap for your set, they think you're
    whacker than them 'cause they're the masters
    I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
    and plaster they jaws shut with a fat verse
    To him you're a hazard, weak matter, a reason for laughter
    He's preachin' he's live, but he's only that word backwards
    After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
    Art you'll capture finally
    But while he breathes, M.C.'s don't even flatter him
    Add a tad of his acrobatical arrogance
    To his genetically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids
    in battles
    That'll explain why he mean mugs, he told ya' your team sucks
    Said you was a cream puff and fled
    Now your dream of chokin' him with that mic cord
    Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head with that hardcore tear and season and sendin' to therapy
    He says, 'F**k You!' with clarity, you cry hysterically
    As he makes a parody of your passion
    You tell your friends you think he's tight
    But secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
    'Cause he's an asshole, but you know he's got nice sound
    You know what else? You're looking at him right now

    I'm a big shot, don't front, you know you love me
    Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
    I'm a big shot, hey, you can say I'm a creep
    But put me in a room with your idols, and I'll make 'em look weak
    I'm a big shot, shit, can't nobody fade me
    The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
    I'm a big shot, big shot, big props
    The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
    xxsmoothopexxon October 22, 2011   Link

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