Kinda Like A Big Deal (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Kanye West, Bun B)

Til the casket drops
Third times a charm right?
Hehe ha
Come on!

[Verse 1: Malice]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable u see my warning gives u big chills
The flow runnin on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin,
Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin
Champagne we're pourin
Re-up is the gang and I'm all in!
To the powder & the flame I have fallin!
Get money blow money is my callin
Yea! Watch a n-a burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push!

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the-
It's more than a feeling ain't it?
I be killin dame it, I'm illin and I'm illin' -
Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be
Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Yea people I said Marshalls we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class-
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went Raw dog three strokes

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Lights, cameras, action!
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin the ring, n-s ya cash in
It's like stoppin a train,
N-a think he's stoppin my reign
Talk slick while droppin my name?
I'm puttin ya'll to shame, diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies & gentle-man, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average joe
But just as you reap, so shall u sow...

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

[Verse 4: Bun B]
The big wheel on the Cadillac's pyno
The paint job's merlot like it's wine so
The year's 2009 folk
And me I be the boss movin' the sauce
Booga, sugar and fine smoke
Who keep it trill as Bun B, the man the truth
I drop the top and turn the car into a tanning booth
You need proof? Go and ask your head honcho
I make it rain, start passin' out the ponchos
You tryna get ya money up? Well it's time to
'Cause every other cat on the block is on the grind too
Lookin to catch your ass slippin' right behind you
Catch you makin bacon and lay you down like the swine flu
Damn! Somebody pass me a facemask
'Cause I ain't tryna catch a late pass from yo' fake ass
So break fast like two eggs with a side of hash
'Cause you won't see the home plate when I slide yo' ass

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...