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Big Stinky Video (MV)




Performed By: Dtale MC
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: Jose Rayos




Dtale MC - Big Stinky Lyrics




You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, it's that D-T-A-L-E
About to flip it, so don't get it twisted

My flow's delicious, dudes wishin' but won't
Get close to this MC in the Rap Biz
It's me, what's up, what's happenin
We finally made it, impossible to hate it

Cause if you do, you hate yourself
An amazing homo sapien, the latest addition
On the mission, s class, windows tinted, laid back
Platinum plaque, believe that, so go and get it

In your city, everybody, come on, sing it
It's that hustle on the grind, spin a lot, I'm gon' get mine
If you with me, throw em up, in the ghetto growin' up
Diego streets, represent, trip the hook, we blowin' up

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

From the west to the New York coast
Tell me when to flow, but still don't know
How to rock a show, I'ma let you know
Watch my game, professional

They said I wouldn't do it, now I'm rockin' platinum jewelry
Girl can't get enough of Louis, baby sayin' daddy do it
Every track is off the chain, between the lines, know my name
Come on, do it, move that thang, paid like I'm pushin' cane

But I'm not, I'm slangin' beats, lyrics always bringin' heat
Kids wanna be like me, bum rush me on the street
In your Rols, in your Jeep, in the club they bumpin' me
Momma shoppin, droppin' G's, still New Age prophecies

On the tables, he be smooth, wearin' 24 inch shoes
No time to pick and choose, it's D-Tale coming through

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

Alright stop, risin' to the top, flow like woah I rap a lot
Bust chops round the clock, big stinky dirty sock
Matter fact, my mic's sweat when I talk
You see I flip this track so much that people shake when they walk
From South to North, we gon' set it off like never before

You could even cop my track at the grocery store
Or catch me in the Benz rollin, fingers, wrists frozen
Spend a lot loaded, leavin' every chart broken
So what you gon' do when we do what we do

We on the move in the six BMW, hella motivated too
You can call me Big Stinky or Baller
Detail when you holler, callin' all the big rollers

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what.
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You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, it's that D-T-A-L-E
About to flip it, so don't get it twisted

My flow's delicious, dudes wishin' but won't
Get close to this MC in the Rap Biz
It's me, what's up, what's happenin
We finally made it, impossible to hate it

Cause if you do, you hate yourself
An amazing homo sapien, the latest addition
On the mission, s class, windows tinted, laid back
Platinum plaque, believe that, so go and get it

In your city, everybody, come on, sing it
It's that hustle on the grind, spin a lot, I'm gon' get mine
If you with me, throw em up, in the ghetto growin' up
Diego streets, represent, trip the hook, we blowin' up

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

From the west to the New York coast
Tell me when to flow, but still don't know
How to rock a show, I'ma let you know
Watch my game, professional

They said I wouldn't do it, now I'm rockin' platinum jewelry
Girl can't get enough of Louis, baby sayin' daddy do it
Every track is off the chain, between the lines, know my name
Come on, do it, move that thang, paid like I'm pushin' cane

But I'm not, I'm slangin' beats, lyrics always bringin' heat
Kids wanna be like me, bum rush me on the street
In your Rols, in your Jeep, in the club they bumpin' me
Momma shoppin, droppin' G's, still New Age prophecies

On the tables, he be smooth, wearin' 24 inch shoes
No time to pick and choose, it's D-Tale coming through

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

Alright stop, risin' to the top, flow like woah I rap a lot
Bust chops round the clock, big stinky dirty sock
Matter fact, my mic's sweat when I talk
You see I flip this track so much that people shake when they walk
From South to North, we gon' set it off like never before

You could even cop my track at the grocery store
Or catch me in the Benz rollin, fingers, wrists frozen
Spend a lot loaded, leavin' every chart broken
So what you gon' do when we do what we do

We on the move in the six BMW, hella motivated too
You can call me Big Stinky or Baller
Detail when you holler, callin' all the big rollers

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what

You can call me Big Stinky, Baller
Whatever you want, see me on the street roaming
Benz in the front, you see my pockets on swole now
I'm spittin' the funk, straight outta Southern California
We blowin' it up, what what.
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Writer: Jose Rayos
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