What are you gonna do Static up in your mind, interference Static cloudin' your head Static causin' confusion All the way down the wire Static up in your mind, interference Static cloudin' your head Static
Перевод: Мистер Биг. Статических.
in, shed your skin Four walls a single space Mouth to mouth, hand to face Let me in your hiding place Find yourself alone, you're so tiny in a big box
with Hey where you gonna run You've been dyin' But there's no one to stop it Oh! What are you gonna do Static up in your mind, interference Static cloudin' your head Static
Hold on little girl show me what he's done to you Stand up little girl A broken heart can't be that bad when it's through, it's through Fate will twist
gang I got my grimey shady with me you front you'll have to get me Off your ass (yeah!), I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha!) It's not a big deal it
big dollar loser. That doesn't matter cuz I drive a land cruiser. And I, get chicks, too many chicks want me (psyche). Cuz I'm not funny, honey, a big
was about to take a dive You know what I'm sayin'? You are the kings of rock Peace out y'all are players (Players, players) Straight up, to my true player buddies I'm talkin' About Big
war before they catch me Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l
nigga you should toy with So don't come in my face with that muthafuckin' boy shit Never comin, soft with that love, peace and joy' shit Mr., Mr. Scarface
know the Units the game I got my grimy Shady with me you front you'll have to get me Off your ***, I pay the lawsuit and laugh It's not a big deal it
like dat, now dig [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr
in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with ass and no gut Let me see you jiggle it from side to side Niggaz if it's static
and Mr. Johnny Law Always pullin? me over and searchin? my fucking car Searchin? my Gluteus Maximus ? flashlight in my jaw Actin? like some batchesses ? thinkin? I got rock Doin? it big
shmoozer, a big dollar loser That doesn't matter 'cuz my friends call me a bruiser And I, get chicks, so many chicks want me 'Cuz I'm not funny, honey, a big
You the tightest motha fucka let me find out When I pull mines out I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house Give you static
