Lyrics containing the term: 5+big+guys+lyrics (2025)

Five hundred guys have one thousand eyes for my babyThey stand around and stare, no matter where she goesFive hundred men have one great big yen for my babyThey'd like to buy her things, like diamond rings and clothesI really had to overcome a lot of competitionAnd I'm not telling how I reached my number one positionBut four ninety nine are wasting their time with my babyAnd here's the reason why they have my sympathy'Cause, baby, she got eyes for meFive hundred guys have one thousand eyes for my babyThey stand around and stare, no matter where she goesFive hundred men have one great big yen for my babyThey'd like to buy her things, like diamond rings and clothesI really had to overcome a gang of competitionAnd I'm not telling how I reached my number one positionBut four ninety nine and they are wasting their time with my babyAnd here's the reason why they have my sympathy'Cause baby has two eyes, great big bright two eyesBaby just has eyes for me, my baby just has eyes for me

But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a halfAccording to this here in the TelegraphBig threat, big threat, this guy calls the horse big threatIf he calls the horse big threat, big threat, big threatI'll tell you Paul Revere, now this is no bum steerIt's from a handicapper that's real sincereI go for Valentine 'cause on the morning lineThe guy has got him figured 5 to 9So make it Epitaph, he wins it by a halfAccording to this here in the TelegraphPaul Revere, Valentine, EpitaphI got the horse right here

Not one guy, No Moe,Not two guys, little biddy Moe,Not three guy's, four eyed Moe,Not four guys, Big Moe,But five guys, eat Moe,Five little guys named Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe,that's us!

Not one guy, No Moe,Not two guys, little biddy Moe,Not three guy's, four eyed Moe,Not four guys, Big Moe,But five guys, eat Moe,Five little guys named Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe,That's us!

V. shows are all going after this sort of thing

But look at Epitaph,He wins it by a half,According to this here in the Telegraph,Big threat,Big threat,This guy calls the horse big threat.If he calls the horse big threat,Big threatBig threat.

Little Moe... One guy... Big MoeTwo guys... Little Big Moe Three guys... Four-Eyed Moe Four guys... No Moe Five guys...

Risperdal, voices whisperMy fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcherI'm just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of VodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I'm aMonster (ayy)You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetIf you never gave a damn, raise your hand'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plansI'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam)How can I have all these fans and perspire?

I want to tell you a story from way backTruck on down and dig me, JackThere's Big Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah)Little Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah)Four-Eyed Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah)No Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah)Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother Eat MoeMoe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, MoeWho's the greatest band aroundMakes the cats jump up and downWho's the talk of Rhythm TownFive guys named MoeWhen they start to beat it outEverybody jump and shoutTell me who do the critics rave aboutFive guys named MoeThey came out of nowhereAnd that don't mean a thingThey rate high and you'll know whyWhen you hear them swingHigh brow, low brow, all agreeThey're the best in harmonyI'm telling you folks, you really oughta seeFive guys named MoeThat one guy (Big Moe)Two guys (Little Bitty Moe)Three guys (Four-Eyed Moe)Four guys (No Moe)Five guys (Eat Moe)Five little guys named Moe

I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)Know she keep a open mouth and open mindI don't open up her door, she open mineI need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)In the headrest one of twenty-five, yes (skrr, skrr)Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)When shit get tense, we twist up and we get friedI picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the GrinchI smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beachWe did some things out on the ways that we can't speakAll I know it was Mo Bamba on repeatI don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)I could borrow some moreHad to guzzle the foursHad to count up the O's (big bag)Had to summon the hoes (ayy)Dodge the federal (12)I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)Rollin' the dice (ayy)Rock on my ice (all ice)Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)This down and groovyTo get down, get groovyThat bitch brown and choosey (hey)Shawty (shawty), in the supersonic (yeah)Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ridin' iconicYeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen shit get tense, we twist up and we get friedWas born in the movie (movie)Never make excuses (no)It was time to move it (time to move)It was God and the Uzi (God and the uzi)We were trained to use it (hey)They were trained to use it (train)Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)Hit your medulla, yeahShoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)Then shoot your producerThis shit for the gang, get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)Left out when she choosey, hmm (yeah)Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)Pull up with the sticks in the Sprinter bus, I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movieYeah, yeahOne, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my sideAin't no fence just a hundred acres wideWhen shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

Now he ain't even got time for meI only see him on the big screenWoke up at like five, and boy, you wasn't hereWhen it's my fault, she even knows that you're thereWas I just a transition?

But look at Epitaph he wins it by a halfAccording to this here in the "Telegraph"Big threat, big threatThis guy calls the horse big threatIf he calls the horse big threatBig threat, big threatI'll tell you Paul RevereNow this is no bum steerIt's from a handicapper that's real sincereCan do, can doThis guy says the horse can doI go for Valentine cause on the morning lineThe guy has got him figured 5 to 9Has chance, has chanceThe guy says the horse has chanceSo make it Epitaph, he wins it by a halfAccording to this here in the "Telegraph"Paul Revere valentineEpitaph i got the horse right here

L.A., London, Dubai'Bout to get rowdy right now.Yeah. I'm an all time factor, I make the next guy look like an actor.So the mandam wail like they matter, when I touch mic I see the men scatter,And they wanna talk big, but when it comes to big it they bout to get splatter,So I tell them to relax yourself, go home to your mom and stop being a cattaMany guys wanna parr, many guys lookin to take this thing farMany guys lookin to be some big star, but soon enough them man about to get slappaSo there's no need for chatter, no need for anything cheap and that's thatAnybody making a ting to get smacked up, back up, fam no need to sound backWhen I touch mic I see the men scattaScatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnumYou're just another pawn in my game, another god figure pour in the rain,I'm a raw one, too much of a force to contain,And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,What I depict on scripts too much for the mandem,And I keep calm when more shits a spray,And when I'm letting off as if I had a clutch on a magnum.

In due time I'm theModern day Albert EinsteinI'm prime time like DeionAnd the rest of y'all is peonsI pee on the bestWhoever you are you can stepLike a prosthetic legI see monsters in my headThat's why I rap with such aggressionI tear down studio sessionsRappers scared, they walk in the boothWith a bible and a reverendI use my mouth as a weaponBullets rip through your mid sectionRat tat a tat tat tat rata tat tat tatI'm a Comptown, nigga get a casketGo against me, that'll lead to my advantageBecause I've got to eatAnd for real I'm feeling kind of famishedHotter than the earth coreDon't show me where no fan isShow me where your fans is soThey can see the realI'm sick and electrifying, that's double illMe feel like me will be aLegend like Will was a legendBut I'm not an actor, put that in my willGimme a second uncut cokeLyrics what I'm stressingShe want the raw so IFed her lines like KevinTell 'em I'm a werewolfBehold the 5 6 bigfootLear jet overlook the countryLike Garth BrooksLyrics on point, plus I got the right hooksLike Tommy Hearns, punchlines burnI'm not concerned about the SoundScanCause most of y'all is drowningA lifeguard that's loungingMeaning I don't worry aboutNone of you rappers i'm way more liveThat's evil backwardsNow with that great word playI tend to let my words playLike children on a SaturdayIt's sad to say you're not up to parAnd I don't play with mini golf and sharksJump inside the pool of sharks, we're bitingOff your head, your heart, your legs, armsBled like Jay Rock or Big WyAnd make sure you wear a vestBecause they my family ties suit upYou got a three piece?

Out on the cornerWith my roller skatesHaving fun with the girlsSays I'm feeling great wooIn the dark of the nightStreet lamps glowingOn full blast is my radioRadioUp comes this guy in his flashy carIn his mouth stuck a big cigarNeeded my help said he lost his wayI never heard a word he saidTo find some street, said he wanted instructionsSo I turned down the musicTo point out directions, guess what?

L.A., London, Dubai'Bout to get rowdy right now.Yeah. I'm an all time fighter, I make the next guy look like an actor.So the mandam wail like they matter, when I touch mike I see the man scatter,And they wanna talk big, but when it comes to big it they bout to get splatter,So I tell them to relax yourself, go home to your mum and stop being a cattaMany guys wanna parr, many guys lookin' to take this thing farMany guys lookin' to be some big star, but soon enough them man about to get slappaSo there's no need for chatter, no need for anything cheap and that's thatAnybody making a ting to get smacked up, back up, fuck no need to sound backWhen I touch mike I see the man scattaScatta, as if I had the clutch on a magnumYou're just another pawn in my game, another god figure pour in the rain,I'm a raw one, too much of a force to contain,And im forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,And I pit the scripts too much for the mandem,And I keep calm when more shits a spray, And when I'm letting off since I had a clutch on the magnum.

It's bleaker than you thinkI'm running out of inkGive a guy a breakThis is what it takesTo drive a man to drinkI'm running out of inkGive a guy a breakThis is what it takesTo drive a man to drinkTo drive a man to drinkTo drive a man to drink

Make my funk, the P-FunkI wants to get funked upMake my funk the P funk, we thumpLyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jumpSky highCan't touch the level so why try?Fall Guy compare me status to fly guyRough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquerThat's why I'm on probationEver since three, I cut throats of emceesMediocre lyricist who burnt with degreesOf two-tenNot from an oven, but MAC-10A MAC-20 maybe if I didn't subtract tenMy background straight from a black mans cultureWant more, buy the video or Redman sculptureFor your mantle, damn youToo hard to handleE-Double slam once, and Redman slam twoBreak hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJOkay, bust the big gateFor microphones that have swollen mic cordsPE fights for powerRedman fights for soul powerFunk is strong as a tree trunkAsk me the flavorMake mines the P funkMake my funk, the P-FunkI wants to get funked upMake my funk, the P-FunkI wants to get funked up

Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sightWell, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are bigWell, you knowBeing big get me into a lot of doorsMan, you're big enough to be an athlete soYou ever play any sports?

Oh, please have some pityI'm all alone in this big cityI tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,So lady be good to me.Oh lady be good to me.

Oh, please have some pityI'm all alone in this big cityI tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,So lady be good to me.Oh lady be good to me.

Not one guy, No Moe,Not two guys, little biddy Moe,Not three guy's, four eyed Moe,Not four guys, Big Moe,But five guys, eat Moe,Five little guys named Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe,That's us!

Well I lived on the outskirts of townIn an eight room farmhouse, babyWhen my brothers and friends were aroundThere was always somethin' doin'Had me a couple of real nice girlfriendsStopped by to see me every once in a whileWhen I think back about those daysAll I can do is sit and smileThat's when a sport was a sportAnd groovin' was groovin'And dancin' meant everythingWe were young and we were improvin'Laughin' laughin' with our friendsHolding hands meant somethin' babyOutside the club "Cherry Bomb"Our hearts were really pumpin'Say yeah, yeah, yeahSay yeah, yeah, yeahThe winter days they last foreverAnd the weekends went by so quickWent ridin' around this little country townWe were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticksOne night me with my big mouthA couple guys had to put me in my placeWhen I see those guys these daysWe just laugh and say do you remember whenThat's when a sport was a sportAnd groovin' was groovin'And dancin' meant everythingWe were young and we were improvin'Laughin' laughin' with our friendsHolding hands meant somethin' babyOutside the club "Cherry Bomb"Our hearts were really pumpin'Say yeah, yeah, yeahSay yeah, yeah, yeahSay yeah, yeah, yeahSay yeah, yeah, yeahSeventeen has turned thirty-fiveI'm surprised that we're still livin'If we've done any wrongI hope that we're forgivenGot a few kids of my ownAnd some days I still don't know what to doI hope that they're not laughin' too loudWhen they hear me talkin'Like this to youThat's when a sport was a sportAnd groovin' was groovin'And dancin' meant everythingWe were young and we were improvin'Laughin', laughin' with our friendsHolding hands meant so much babyOutside the club "Cherry Bomb"Our hearts were really pumpin'Say yeah, yeah, yeahSay yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musicianI wanna be NapoleonLet's have some more wars around hereWhat a stinking, shitty little war we have running over thereLet's get a big oneA real big oneWith a lotta killings and bombs and bloodSchooldaysSchooldaysGood old-fashioned rule daysSchooldaysSchooldaysGood old-fashioned rule days