50 Cent Big Rich Town Lyrics

[Oswalda Shutte]

InBig Rich Town,' 50 Cent paints a vivid picture of the stark contrasts and harsh realities of urban life. The song opens with a juxtaposition of wealth and poverty, highlighting the artist's origins in the 'poorest part' of a 'big, rich town.' This sets the stage for a narrative of struggle and determination, where the bright lights and allure of city life are both a beacon of hope and a reminder of the challenges ahead. The lyrics convey a sense of urgency and necessity, as 50 Cent declares his need to make it, regardless of whether his means are legal or illegal.

The song delves deeper into the complexities of navigating life in a city where opportunities are scarce and survival often requires bending or breaking the rules. 50 Cent reflects on his tumultuous journey, marked by 'twist and turns,' 'bumps and bruises,' and the constant hustle required to stay afloat. The imagery of 'yellow cabs and skyscrapers' serves as a backdrop to the gritty reality of street life, where making a living can involve anything from selling drugs to engaging in violence. The artist's candid admission of his involvement in illegal activities underscores the desperation and limited options available to those in his position.

As the song progresses, 50 Cent's narrative shifts from survival to ambition. He speaks of his aspirations to transition from the street hustle to legitimate success, embodying the transformation from 'caterpillar to butterfly.' This evolution is driven by a relentless pursuit of 'bigger living' and a desire to rise above the circumstances that once confined him. The lyrics encapsulate a journey of resilience, resourcefulness, and an unwavering belief in one's ability to overcome adversity. 'Big Rich Town' is not just a story of personal triumph but also a commentary on the broader socio-economic challenges faced by many in urban environments.

I've been up around the stratosphere

At thirty-one thousand feet

I'm gonna fly on out of here

On wings that you can't see

If you're gonna fly high without fear

You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere

And you gotta learn to use those wings

You can't see.

I've been treading on the mountains of the moon

on a weekend wind

I've been lookin out for life on Mars

Ground control to Major Jim.

All these things could be yours too

If you just take another point of view

Everybody's got a pair of wings

They can't see.

I don't need no runway

I've got fuel here in my bong

I can buzz the treetop flyer

Level all day long

Now I'm looking down on tiny cars

Tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars

And all because of these wings

You can't see

And maybe if you open up your mind

You might learn some things.

God only knows what you might find

Floatin' on those wings.

You can try to fly away from all your problems

I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them

I can only help you with your wings you can't see

You have wings

Look and see

Silver wings

Like Merle and me

Come on up

To cloud 9-B

Come on take a little taste of freedom

High up in the cloud-lined kingdom

Take a little trip on wings

That you can't see

Just like Santa, I come around once a year

Time to break out all of your party gear

There'll be a jump up out on the lawn

Just look for those fins

Singin' along with your favorites once again.

And it's a big time under the big top

There's nothin' wrong with that

Rhumba-ing in my flipfops

I'm an assessory in front of the pack

Come on baby, let's rock

The circus has come to town

It's a big time under the big top

Don't you just love the sound.

And it's a big time under the big top

Ain't nothing wrong with that

Dancing the part in my flipfops

Watching this three ring act

Come on baby, let's rock

The circus has come to town

It's a big time under the big top

Don't you love to move around?

Just like Santa I come around once a year

HO HO HO

Time to break out all of your party gear

There'll be a jump up out on the lawn

Just look for those fins

Left right left

Singing along with your favorites once again.

And it's a big time under the big top

Ain't noting wrong with that

Rhumba-ing in my flipflops

Watching this three-ring act

Come on baby, let's rock

The circus has come to town

It's a big time under the big top

Don't you just love the sound?

Love the sound

Move around

Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool

Posing naked for a Playboy spread,

She was old, but she still was cool

When they wrapped right after midnight

and the crew went to the bar

Norma Jean just did the backstroke

Like she was reachin' for a falling star.

Standing in a tidal pool just East of BaltimoreWatching little blue crabs

Navigate the Eastern Shore

Every bayou, stream, and river

In time runs to the sea

Every tadpole,flounder,and softshell

Feels the choreography.

Now if I was as rich as the Aga Khan

I'd tell you what I would do

Buy every man, woman and child on this planet

A mask and a snorkel too

Then I'd lead that wild migration

Destination Waimea Bay

Then we'd splash our way around the world

Life is just a water ballet

Up around the pole,

Where the penquin patrol

And the scientific gang

Need a cozy place to hang

There's a party in the makin'

And the igloos are a shakin'

At the top of the world today.

Six months of dark's a bummer

So they invent a little summer

It doesn't take much

Just a decorator's touch

In a tropical state of mind

And of course you add some wine

And that's when it's time to play.

So turn up the heat

And chill the rose

Take off your UGGS

And let your metatarsals play

Eventhough the South of France

Is 10,000 miles away

You can turn up the heat

And chill the ros.

The grapes out on the ocean

Gonna feel some kind of motion

You don't want that pink wine bruisin'

When that juice boat starts cruisin'

You need some imagination

To deal with temperature fluctuation

Nobody wants to get burned.

I don't wanna be the last

And I'm surely not the first

But out in the Sahara

A man could die of thirst

So before I left for Africa

I planned for that mistaica

took rose from Porquerolles'

And coffee from Jamaica

So Turn up the heat

Chill the rose

Stretch out on the beach

And let your metatarsals play

Eventhough Le Select

Is 10,000 miles away

You'll survive the desert heat

If you chill the ros.

Now you know that outerspace

Is a very frigid place

There's nothing to sustain us

On the way out past Uranus

IF we're gonna ride these rockets

We need protein in our pockets

And a little wine for the ride.

So if you're looking for adventure

Don't forget about thirst quenchers

Life can be a banana split

It can also turn to shit

And if you're out of tweeter range

And the landscape's gettin' strange

Here's my advice to you...

Turn up the heat

and chill the rose

Take off your UGGS

And let your metatarsals play

Eventhough La Bete Nazelles???

Is 10,000 miles away

You'll survice the summer heat

If you chill the ros

So turn up the heat

And Chill the rose

Stretch out on the beach

And let your metatarsals play

Eventhough the ocean's closin

And there's mountains of sorbet??

We'll survive this global warmin'

If we chill the rose

It's time to go to summer school

Remember what is and is not cool

Oh, summer school

There is a time and a place to act like a fool

At summer school

Get your ass to a beach or at least to a pool

At summer school

Know when to keep and to break all the rules

It's time to go to summer school

The courses are easy and there are no rules

At summer school

Remember what is and is not cool

You need to stay in summer school

This is the time and a place to act like a fool

Oh, summer school

Just know when to keep or break all the rules.

Well I'm the same old guy that I used to be

I haven't changed at all

I got the same old walk the same old talk

That can drive you up the wall

I got the same old face, same old smile and

And them same old baby blues

And I'm still doing the rhumba, baby

So I'm still the man for you

Cause I'm still doing the rhumba baby

I can't seem to quit

my mama catches us doing the rhumba

Mama would just pitch a fit

I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me

If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Well There are lots of guys on the floor tonight

With a lot slicker steps than me

They do the fins to the left fins to the right

Everyone could see

Now my step might be old fashioned

But that's alright with me

Cause I got a couple of rhumba steps

That you might like to see

I'm still doing the rhumba baby

I can't seem to quit

my mama catches us doing the rhumba

Mama would just pitch a fit

I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me

If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

I'm still doing the rhumba baby

I can't seem to quit

My mama catches us doing the rhumba

Mama would just pitch a fit

I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me

If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.

Hey Mr Mustache, look what we've done

lived longer than we thought we could do

Through all of the games and all of our fame

We learned to stay cool from you

Hey there, Leonard and Willie on the stage

Still singing your songs pure and true

Who would have thought that time could be bought

We learned to stay cool from you

We left the bar last night about half past eight

Down to the Alabama shore, not the Aloha state

This storm may turn, it was too late

And we ain't the kind to evacuate

The impact zone is callin' out my name

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