Lyrics:
a young OG
Have faith and do it B.I.G
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Back of the clubs with D'usse is where you'll find me
Back
to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain
it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up)
Sweat it out
I don't know
If you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get
opposite
Young and Notorious you know out on that poppa shit
Imagine being with a shorty that move with a 7
I feel for you
Ain't that about a bitch
Young
ridin' until I die bitch
Do you want to get fucked up?
Do you want to see me tear da club up?
Do you want to get bum rushed?
By niggas wit triggas
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck
it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up)
Sweat it out
I don't know
If you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Bam, tell dem say we dey come
Rustyk and Rxza we are go scatter the club
Bam Bam, Bam till they fall
Rustyk and Rxza we are go
match up the place
Bam
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Man, I feel like Big Poppa, ayy
(Skrt)
We got guap, we got the whole Ancelotta
(Skrt)
Talking M's, I done ran through a lotta, ayy
(Skrt)
You was prolly
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
black mase
Back then ?? women
Now they all up in my thang
I fall up in the club
Twenty fours a nub
Yeah my belly big but girls still rub
They tryin
bedroom killer
Just do it like nike you can call me big poppa
I'm notorious baby say ma name
I'm victorious i made money man
Uh i make ma chain hang low
Why
of the jock
Everyday gear that I wear on the block
Can you picture me rolling?
(Can you see clear like Pac?)
Who shot ya!? Who want beef with Big Poppa
Feel
Look
Want ya with me right here
With me (yea) by my side I know that you won't leave (won't leave)
With me right here with me (yea) by your side you
understand whats happening here
He likes to whisper in mans ear
This cat's a fuckin' bitch
When he's performin'
Look how you went like Notorious BIG
How you
girl it's time to let that Mango
She like niggas in the streets what's my rap sheet
Klutch KB I'm notorious for killing beats
Writing verses for a person
they notorious
With them big poppas, better move before they pop ya
No use in being idle if you care for your survival
For it's liable to put you in
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
notorious
Cause now Im living Big they call me Poppa its glorious
Everybody thought I lose I came out victorious
Determined that was a lie I be on my Maury
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