Lyricist: Heavy D
Composer: Heavy D
I'm rough and tough and all that stuff
I make ou dance and prance 'till you huff and puff
There's just no way you can get enough
Of me, your mister Big Stuff
I'm the overweight-er, prince dominator MC
Heavy D, constant weight gainer
And since I choose, the weight not to lose
I will stay this way so that I can bruise
MC's around, who front and frown
You go round for round, I go pound for pound
At the end of the party when you sayin' goodnight
Don't come to me and say: "Take it light", I'm your mister Big Stuff!
I'm a quick rhyme shooter, rap rookie, recruiter
I always say could, never ever say coulda
I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or all fat
I get applause and awards every time I rap
I love the way I am, I would never switch!
I'm the greatest entertainer since a porno flick
You move and groove to my funky tune
Party people, it's time to make a room for your mister Big Stuff
Rock it, Big Stuff, the record, me the mastermind
A top dollar money better, go get a, designer
A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser
Girls come to me, say: "Heavy, let me squeeze ya"
An incredible, overwight huggable
Prince, a bold treat, that's why I'm so lovable
I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin'
Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin'
They all want me, MC Hev D
The more of the beef the more there is to squeeze
Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up
You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D, youyr mister Big Stuff
Ediie F, break down!
Now I'm the swing beat artist with skills to kill
Money earnin' Mt. Vernon's where I live and chill
When I walk the streets, I get much respect
Get hellos and what-nots from the young'uns and the vets
'Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened
Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin'
'Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin'
Takin' dirty emcees away, I'm sweepin
Got a tower, of power, MC's I devour
Every second of the hour, I send'em to the shower
I'm cool, noyt a fool, from the new school!
Drinkin' brew by my pool, sittin' on my gold stool
Gotta rock, that I drop, like a horse, on the trot
When it comes to makin money, it takes what I got
I know you're sayin' to yourself you can't get enough
But I'll be back, to attack, Heavy D, your mister Big Stuff