Lyrics:
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
wig, said, "How do I look?"
I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window
Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
Still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
wig, said, "How do I look?"
I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window
Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
And sometimes I even dig it with a jack-in-the-box ring job
But howie, we are not, we are not groupies, howie
I told robert plant that
I told elton john
I told
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rockett Ritchotte
If the heart is a lonely hunter
Then the mind is a loaded gun
Sometimes it begins
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff
walking down the street sometime
and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes,
don't you pass them by and stare
as if you didn't care.
Say, "Hello in
and will we ever let the magic come and tap into us?
We preach apocalypse written by John the Revelator
But won't even speak to a stranger ridin'
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
'Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since
Mobile Alabama DJ
Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it
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It's a jungle sometimes
seems to be worried about something or other
Who's gonna worry about private john q
Sometimes I get disheartened I try not to even think about it
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
was
It's a goddamn war of attrition
It's a death by a thousand cuts
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven
They burned the bridge when they got
John's got brewers droop he gets
Intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of it
Parklife
Who's that gut lord marchin?
You should cut down on your
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
third wife
He buried both of them side by side
So he comes to disappear for a while
Every bar in America
Has got a woman like the one over there
for the guap
I was rocking Sean john’s
Aiming for the top
I don’t want no neck
Slapboxing turn into
Pull up yo set
Hung with real niggas
Like Dada
see-through, you
Never expose what we do, you keep it moving like me too, so
Like a prophet, we earning trust, you by my side, that's a must, your
Beauty is
by the second I came in first but a nigga was second working hard sometimes I'm steady sweating I'm tryna get to the bag so I'm stepping I'm balling
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