"Mr Large" as written by and Paul E./simpson Huston....
Hey yo, yo, yo
Hey chill
Here comes Mr. Large yo

Yo what happened to the beat?
Yo Diehard gimme a beat

OK boss

From East to West, whether your thin or thick
Whether your girl sucks lollies or just pure dick
Mario Puzo said that I'm the don
W-W I'm the shit dot com

The first born, gone, born conceded
The black Moses, ask me to leave Egypt
Straight heady, I manage heavy, and lolly petty
I gave R. Kelly a Rolex wit a diamond bezzy

Rock Steady, beg me, consider me stern
The original hoodlum, Fishburn had to learn
Supersperm, court's adjorn for the ?nollin?
(You, you got what I need)

Let her toss your salad, big hitters love to sit wit big figgas
I love black people, but I can't stand niggas
The ozz heads, back me, I'll cock shoggy
Ready to hold it down, I pop niggas like acne
Pay a token to breathe

Apollo wit low creed
For every government nigga, there's government cheese
I'm Mr. Please, Mr. Large
Thirty foot garage
Mercedes beggy
Mad cheddy
Mr. Elly


Lyrics submitted by Breakingbenjaminfan

"Mr. Large" as written by Paul E. Huston Paul Huston

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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