Big It Up by Gangsta' Tea
	Background: drum-rattle beat and occasional 'yeah' in aggressive manner; strange whining sound throughout. Gangsta' Tea's in the house He'll make ya feel Smaller than a mouse Your f**ing face In flames he'll douse Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Your gonna feel some pain If you play my game I'll drive you insane Smacked up on cocaine Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea That lady ain't no dame The bitch is f**ing lame To me you're all so tame So now I'll take aim And blow out your brain Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea To the wrong party you came You not even in the frame You're less than Peter f**king Hain Take a walk down dropout lane I'm gonna a hunt you all the same Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Now I'm runnin' out of things That rhyme don't ya know So from now it go: Let's talk all about me I'm gonna rhyme me with me Cause I'm a crap writer, me Gangsta' Tea, that's me Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Do you know my name yet, me I tell you fifty times a day, me Cause I'm Gangsta' Tea, me Yeah, I'm him, he is me. Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea Big it up for Gangsta' Tea [Ad infinitum] Copyright 2004: All lyrics property of Jonathan Taylor. Unauthorised use prohibited. Index