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Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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(Big) Uhh
(Dad) I like that, you like that? Heh (Big) Here's another one (Dad) And another one (Big) And another one (Dad) And another one (Big) Uhh, what, what? Intro/Chorus: R. Kelly, Biggie (variations on Big's part) You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm fuckin you tonight (Big) Here's another one And another one Uhh, uhh, what? Verse One: Notorious B.I.G. Some say the x, make the sex Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright) Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between yo legs You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to yo mother's bed At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends Chorus 2X Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. Girl you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb My styles genuine, girl I love you long time I got you pinned up, with yo fuckin limbs up All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up Bitch keep yo shin up, please watch me do thee Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mommy I like it when you tro' it pon me No love makin, strictly back breakin Ceas' know, all his hoes, go to my door Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more So no, caviar, sharp bar, uh uh Strictly sex that's pretty and left over spaghetti I know you used to slow CD's and Don P's But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that Chorus 2X Verse Three: R. Kelly Lets stop the bullshit baby Let me take you to the spot, get you hot So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy B.I.G., bring that ass to me Chorus: repeat to fade with variations |
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Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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