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Song Parodies -> "Big Dippin' (Ext.)"

Original Song Title:

"Big Pimpin' (Extended Version)"

 (MP3)
Original Performer:

Jay-Z

Parody Song Title:

"Big Dippin' (Ext.)"

Parody Written by:

M.S.G

The Lyrics

Big Dippin' + one extra verse
(M.S.G)
it's big dippin', baby
It's big dippin', use the cheese...feel me
N-A-C-H-O (x2)

You know I...flip em, dip em, love em, save em
And then I freakin' eat em
Take em out the bag, chips are lookin' good
But I don't ever share em
First time they taste I'm thinkin
Thinkin bout, the Torengos
I'm a dippin' in every sense of the word, b****
Better taste and don't waste em
In the can's where I keep em
When I'm in a rut, when I need to fill my gut
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let my girl put the salsa on top
Many guys wanna eat the chips from a cup
buy in bulk and then split the bucks
Just because you got first dibs, I'm a let you
Let you be salsin it up
Shoot I...eat with my hands; y'all use napkins
me give my props to a woman?
Watchin' TV, never nappin'
I'll be forever snackin
Drink's cold as a glacier, I got no hobbies
and I got no salsa
and I hate waitin'...
Hoe bring those bags in here
And let's DI-I-I-I-I-IP... eat em up now
DI-I-I-I-I-IP, yeah
Now let's DI-I-I-I-I-IP... eat em up now
DI-I-I-I-I-IP, yeah

[Chorus 1: M.S.G]
We singin'... big dippin, we dippin' with cheese
Eat em up now
Big dippin, with G.L.A.D.
We doin... big dippin here with M.S.G
You don't ever get MAD; you get G-L-A-D
Yo yo yo... big dippin, we dippin' with cheese
We be - big dippin, with G.L.A.D.
We doin... big dippin here with M.S.G
You don't ever get MAD, you get G-L-A-D

(Mp3)
N**** it's the - big Eastern Pimp Congressional
Comin straight from San Francis-cio
Makes a mil' up off Sim City yo'
Then sit back and peep my sce-nar-rio
Oops, my bad, he's international
No I can't pluck a chicken, yo'
Now every time, every place, and everywhere I go
Girls start pointin' - then say, "There he go!"
Now these Cambodians know I eat mo' rice than a little bit
I don't fry it out over open flames
and if you catch a fly when I say, "Only with a pair of chopsticks"
Go play some pool you ignorant S.O.B and go learn some dance moves
Don't be surprised if yo' girl stays late with me
And you see us doin' it at your pad
Using' R-Y-U and Ha-Do-Ken: you just can't block it
But, if you lose this one more round I get to drive your Honda, just give in
You got to feel like you weigh lots wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' a** to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Disneyland helps me get my tour on
We gonna sit in the front seat
That's the ride that be throwin my TABs off
That's because they are so thin
And when the ride went fast, they started fallin' off like coin change
Winnie the Pooh is crunk like the Tigger-man
Fo' real I don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin thrown on the flip
Gettin beat by the motherf***in Salty Man, fool

(Chorus 2)
We are. Big dippin, we dippin' with cheese
we are... big dippin, with G.L.A.D.
We are... big dippin here with M.S.G
you don't ever get MAD, you get G-L-A-D
cause we be... big dippin, we dippin' with cheese
and we be... big dippin, with G.L.A.D.
Cause we be... big dippin here with M.S.G
You don't ever get MAD, you get G-L-A-D... nigga

(Pimp C)
Uhh... eating rice, opium, drinking wine up in my yard
Acura got velvet and wood, drop-top hood I bought it new
All the Asians wanna ball, date the broads at the mall
If I'm up, the white man's down, nigga I will fuck up ya'll
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be saving money
Drinkin' sake, sippin daily, no rest until the White Man pays me
Uhhh, do you got beef with them Asian boys
Riding down in lowered toys, farmin' grains and makin' noise

(Chorus 2)

(M.S.G)
In my Honda the tension will be too much for the famous Bruce Lee
I shall be, flav' of the week
Had no money so I went back to the streets but I'm
Still dippin with cheese... dippin that way...
Standing on the edge of the dock whistlin'
still racin' my car
never had to pay, soupin' it up with customs
races well at night, its extra nice...
I stole so many parts if the shop found out
it'll land me in jail for life
But I'm still, big dippin with the cheese
Got Sandi, listenin' to Mp3's
In the kitchen in the back of the house, cookin' it up
Cooking' rice that's what's up

(Chorus 1)

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