Mr. Big Stuff

I'm rough and tough and all that stuff

I make you dance and prance 'til you huff and puff

There's just no way you can get enough

of ME, yo' Mister, Big Stuffff!

I'm the overweighter, prince dominator

Emcee Heavy D, constant weight gainer!

And since I choose, the weight not to lose

I will stay THIS way, so that I can bruise

emcees around, who front and frown

You go round for round, I go pound for pound

At the end of the party when you're sayin g'night

Don't come to me and say "take it light"

I'm your Mr. Big Stuff

I'm a quick rhyme shooter, rap rookie, recruiter

I always say could, never ever say coulda

I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or all fat

I get applause and awards every time I rap

I love the way I am, I would NEVER switch!

I'm the greatest entertainer since a porno flick

You move and groove to my funky tune

Party people, it's TIME to make room

for your Mr. Big Stuff

Rock it, Big Stuff, the record, me the mastermind

A top dollar money better, go get a, designer

A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser

Girls come to me say "Heavy let me squeeze ya"

An incredible, overweight huggable

prince, a bold treat, that's why I'm so lovable

I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin

Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin

They all want me, emcee Hev D

The more of the beef the mo' there is to squeeze

Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up

You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D

Your Mr. Big Stuff!

Eddie F, break down!

Now I'm the swing beat artist with skills to kill

Money earnin Mt. Vernon's where I live and chill

When I walk the streets, I get MUCH respect

Get hellos and what-nots from the young'uns and the vets

Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened

Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin

Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin

Takin dirty emcees, away I'm sweepin

Got a tower, of power, emcees I devour

Every second of the hour, I send 'em to the shower

I'm cool! Not a fool, from the new school!

Drinkin brew by my pool, sittin on my gold stool

Gotta rock, that I drop, like a horse, on the trot

When it comes to makin money, it takes what I got

I know you're sayin to yourself you can't get enough

But I'll be back, to attack, Heavy D

Your Mr. Big Stuff!