Lyrics:
mighty
Glorious my star shine Brightly
Notorious my star shine brightly
Glorious my star shine brightly
Uhn sing on the dick like a mic
Baby girl hop
pockets on Notorious B.I.G
How our biggest names
Shake hands wit notorious pigs?
Sign ya life away
One spray from the glorious sig
Safemoon and Shiba
Gon
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation, millionaire
You been saying the same rap for
y'all niggas ain't fucking wit' me
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation,
she came with me (yeah, yeah)
If I ever die, imma die Notorious like im B.I.G. I'm the king of V City (facts)
I done got way too far with this shit.
I'm
both ways, and got hit by bus
Crunched up under
Tangled in the wheels
Spit me out the muffler
You know how that feels
Lost both my legs so I'm running
make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop
me see
Looking fine and petite
You got to know you my queen
You my sexing machine
Hands down girl you got it
Looking fine so erotic
Im the ice cream
and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't
(I got to stack my dough, I got to get my bread up)
(Bitch stop knocking at my door, I be getting fed up)
(Got a crib so big up in Montenegro)
(Got
green funk machine
Masturgator
Original raptile
Masturgator
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Masturgator
The swamp liberator
I get more
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
All yeah, we doing it like that
We flip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
of a hustler, mind of a G
Procrastinate, but you can hate the P-A to the T
[Mike D]
I got the heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Bending big corners, in my 3-20
(Eh)
In a rush
Time feelin’ lush
Run around
People goin’ down
Big machine
Making some ground
Stop the war
Give into it now
Lookin’ for the next move
population is only I (eye) like a cyclops
And I'm reminded often I'm a rhymin' offspring
Notorious Big Pun with a side of Pac
And your pride ain't safe, nigga,
the Squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
the way that I live
Cops tryna separate us by the layer of skin
And we still making history it never a end
I got homies inna cell but we still locked in
Handle my problems baby
Don't need no conversation
I need a compilation of money showers
Fist high like I got the power
I'm Flo
Got hella
Mind futuristic
Master Jay
A loss that hit the world of
Hip hop like John Lennon
Chapter out of life that
Prevailed the wrong inning
Still from the Notorious, hearts are
traffic back up and
Park you know I got a big fat blunt to spark other homeboys start
Cruisin by tryin to get drunk tryin to get high sidewalk looks like
giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks or Anna
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
"Ha-too", spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here
bridge
Poking at your eyelids with the soul kids from where I live
Everybody's smiling big as Regis
And time froze like fetus, a guitarist took
A time
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