Lyrics:
notorious
Tupac baby I got none
I'll let you see when it's only us
When you sunbathe and it's glorious too too big I'm notorious
Tupac baby I got none
I'll
together
Changing the weather, by chop of the Cessna propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these
Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background]
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
I got so many niggas behind me, it look like it's a parade
And I'm takin' y'all cash like machines in a arcade
See, I'm banging hits out like
anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em
Bust the single, here's my new jingle
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
The KKK has got three-piece suits
Usin' niggas like turkey shoots
My
own and stay strong if the funk come then its on bad bitches all in my phone
Riding around my side of town I seen the bitch had to chop her down got
We'll gonna do this when we feel ready
Ayo (grrt)
The luxurious, the notorious (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, jugglin' the stars with
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
dum da na na dum da dum
Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du!
Newsbreak
The notorious Just Ice has just gunned down
One man up in The Bronx
News later
The funk like this, we gotta take it outside
I got the baby's mamas all in my cool line
You walk next to this chimp and here's what we do
I'ma duck out
Ain't married, but I got ties to the Roc like I'm Ty Ty
Big Doberman Pinchers, stand by the fences
I believe in my city, I still bet on the Pistons
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
a cereal that..that. wasn't so smart
do you want to step inside my machine?
we all got home and they put me in the fridge
Damn why didn't they keep
Bank statement look like we made it
Vacations after vacations
They say all it take is patience
Thank God we got what we done prayed for
Thats a big
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
they are vile
Stack the money up
You know I love my piles
And my girl look just like Big Latto
Got all this money like I won the lotto
I'm getting tens
twenty years old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
don't have my wine but I still have the stain
Love is my wine and you can drink it 'till you're drunk
But you ain't got shit if'n you ain't got funk
Like
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
alle Hawaii
Stile non ce l'hai? Rimani in stand-by
Ahi ahi ahi, guarda il mio show
Stai senza flow? Ti metto KO
Con l'uno e due io te sdraio,
Te manno
Gats by the punani (uh-huh)
For brown-nose pussy crushers
Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers
Drive a Benz, no Miata (uh), this honey's got
Gats by the punani (uh-huh)
For brown-nose pussy crushers
Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers
Drive a Benz, no Miata (uh), this honey's got
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