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Big Mountain Video (MV)




Performed By: Super Bobby
Length: 3:01
Written by: Jeff Ledell, Lew Bruno




Super Bobby - Big Mountain Lyrics




Sounds all doofy. You sound all doofy, I'm on a roll like sushi, old like Belushi
Cold like two feet, stuck at the bottom of the Blue Sea
I'm tougher than sudoko, fresher than producer
Tougher than that old dude, standing on the corner in that zoot suit
Poppin' heads outta moon roofs
Hoppin into pools with the summer time crew who used to drink boku
Used to pop wheelies on Nishiki's, while girls used to grab feelies on my cheekies
Jesus, I get caught up so easily, like a bass fish, call me Cassius, cuz I don't stutter bro
I go strait for the dinner roll, kids on the corner be like
"There go the general" looser than an enema effortless
Sicker than an epidemic, bulimic, like a 27" Zenith, believe it

Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh ha. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Uh Hu Aahhhhhh

Yo, my shit glistens, like the morning dew do, your shit sounds like actual doo doo
I'm like some J-Crew mixed with that Fubu, I'm like that dude who
You call to clean up the murder scene, you ain't haven't seen a third of me
I'm straight without the braces, take you back to basics
The favorite at the races, impatient with the lame shit
I'm amazing at all that great shit, like Tennis, Golf, Ping Pong, and Rapping
Don't forget snackin', don't forget bangin' out beats on the Tascam. Beat up the Tempest
Kick my feet up when I re-up in Memphis. I'm in the back with a Vixen in the Driver seat
You crossed over but you're name isn't Iverson
I got the livest shit, you rock the moderate. I'm about to blow like that '86 rocket shiiiiippppp

Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh ha. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Uh Hu Aahhhhhh

Whaaat?? Super Bobby, that kid with the lisp is
Out the box unwrapped but still gifted
Gimme a kiss, gimme that Blistex, I feel listless
When I hear the hiss comin' at your tape deck
Wait check out my next line...
Next time I wanna kiss you on your neck line
Collect my thoughts and then pick up the pay phone
Collect dimes when I'm on the way home
I slide my J's on and off when the day's gone
Rock back and forth so much it's obnoxious, I'm at the doctor
She said I'm on roster, to top the list of the most sickest
I got more clicks than a mother f*cking seatbelt
Had a lisp until Sally sold them seashells, then I kicked it
Came out the womb right after Christmas, and guess what?
I've been gifted ever since

Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
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Sounds all doofy. You sound all doofy, I'm on a roll like sushi, old like Belushi
Cold like two feet, stuck at the bottom of the Blue Sea
I'm tougher than sudoko, fresher than producer
Tougher than that old dude, standing on the corner in that zoot suit
Poppin' heads outta moon roofs
Hoppin into pools with the summer time crew who used to drink boku
Used to pop wheelies on Nishiki's, while girls used to grab feelies on my cheekies
Jesus, I get caught up so easily, like a bass fish, call me Cassius, cuz I don't stutter bro
I go strait for the dinner roll, kids on the corner be like
"There go the general" looser than an enema effortless
Sicker than an epidemic, bulimic, like a 27" Zenith, believe it

Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh ha. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Uh Hu Aahhhhhh

Yo, my shit glistens, like the morning dew do, your shit sounds like actual doo doo
I'm like some J-Crew mixed with that Fubu, I'm like that dude who
You call to clean up the murder scene, you ain't haven't seen a third of me
I'm straight without the braces, take you back to basics
The favorite at the races, impatient with the lame shit
I'm amazing at all that great shit, like Tennis, Golf, Ping Pong, and Rapping
Don't forget snackin', don't forget bangin' out beats on the Tascam. Beat up the Tempest
Kick my feet up when I re-up in Memphis. I'm in the back with a Vixen in the Driver seat
You crossed over but you're name isn't Iverson
I got the livest shit, you rock the moderate. I'm about to blow like that '86 rocket shiiiiippppp

Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Aahhhhhh
Uh ha. Aahhhhhh
Uh hu. Uh Hu Aahhhhhh

Whaaat?? Super Bobby, that kid with the lisp is
Out the box unwrapped but still gifted
Gimme a kiss, gimme that Blistex, I feel listless
When I hear the hiss comin' at your tape deck
Wait check out my next line...
Next time I wanna kiss you on your neck line
Collect my thoughts and then pick up the pay phone
Collect dimes when I'm on the way home
I slide my J's on and off when the day's gone
Rock back and forth so much it's obnoxious, I'm at the doctor
She said I'm on roster, to top the list of the most sickest
I got more clicks than a mother f*cking seatbelt
Had a lisp until Sally sold them seashells, then I kicked it
Came out the womb right after Christmas, and guess what?
I've been gifted ever since

Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
Aahhhhhh
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Writer: Jeff Ledell, Lew Bruno
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