Lyrics:
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
a three
Swish, all fuckin' net
It's the fourth quarter you're pourin' down sweat
Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget
Since you came in this game are there
just about suppertime
I’ve got a big can of pork and beans and a bottle of homemade wine
Chorus
You’re by yourself you’re all alone great no use
we take the time
I got what I need
To make you mine
Need to know every day
That you’re feeling fine
I promise my love
Till the end of time
I could
too comfortable
Cause they're coming for your life
You should be terrified
Cause you're on their appetite
Nobody's around
I'm gonna bleed till I drown
two Big Bufords
Scrupulous, girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plumb stupid
So when I pull up in that Benz don't try to pretend you ain't
I do it till It's finished
Sometimes you gotta talk to yourself
Sometimes you gotta walk by yourself
Sometimes you get a flat gotta get the spare
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
it's insane
My passion is pain pen calling me daddy like kane
Big punishment on a mic notorious on the up and up
All that reigning on rappers without
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious
BAM BAM
Hey ( 7x)
Rustyk , Rxza tell dem , fire burn
(fire)
Hook:
Bam Bam, Bam till they fall
Rustyk and Rxza we are go
match the place up
Bam
bars like Camden Town
Out there tryna survive on the streets
Trying not to get killed by the police
And I be schooling MC's
Nobody leaves till
this shit, it’s our last big blow
Put the money in the bag
You know I don’t cap
Ima get this and
Ima put ur ass flat
Dont look at the clock
No police are
a big club, big club, the big club
It's a big club, but you know I ain't finished
Beating you over the head with it 'till it sinks in
Oh, that's gunna
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
VW
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed
On toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
me insane
Can't hang with no scrubs like we're TLC
Been feeling Notorious, I'm B.I.G
Nowadays I'm sitting in V.I.P
And they mad that I'm up on their TV
just to calibrate it
Ain't nobody gonna stop this sub that I got in my trunk today
Crank it to the max till the windows start to crank
And the fuck boy
know what you're doing
Keep a rocking till you're
Rocking to your ruin love up, love up
I like big girls, I like small girls
I love the street lights
I
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