Lyrics:
youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space
the Tec
Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, bitch
Few niggas I'm on a first-name basis with
Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted
it
I'm asphyxiated with them little gold coins that keep my heart spinning
I know you got it,
I'm emasculated by the lack of gold coins that keep my
interior new
Everyting B.I.G gimme the loot gimme the loot Christopher Wallace gimme the loot
Louis Vuitton new tags on the suit
I kept the receipt just for
the loot
I got the juice. I got the juice. I got the juice. I got the juice
Hop out the coupe, Try me I shoot. I pop at your boo. Just gimme the loot. I got
Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,
Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep
Notorious
room this after all it is a chocolate factory
Then why's the door so small
That's to keep all the great big chocolate flavor inside
Now do be careful my
replied that I had been goin' through the same thin's that he had
True, I've got more fans than the average man
But not enough loot to last me
To the end
recruit
Feel like I'm Nas when I hop out the booth
Wait I feel like Big, just gimme the loot
She say she the one, but ima need two
Get passed to my dawg,
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
do shit
Been a minute since I been this
Lit up off the D'USSÉ (O oh)
Used to hit a swisher, now that grabba
Niggas talkin' big energy, but they coochie
and I'm classy (ay, yeah)
Got some street soldiers that'll blast shit (bow, bow, bow)
Keep a big bust-it 'cause I'm nasty
Pistol by the bed when we
???California Love???
- ???California Love???
Notorious B.I.G. ??? ???Juicy???
- ???It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine/Salt N??? Pepper
Gimme all your loot
Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot
You licking the boots, saying gimme the boot
I don't care where you stand
But you better not call
Gimme all your loot
Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot
You licking the boots, saying gimme the boot
I don't care where you stand
But you better not call
on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
rehab
Percocet, cigarette,I don't need no more of that
Just gimme some down home,Dixie-fried,homegrown
Alabama High-Test
Alabama High-Test
Alabama
surrounded
'Cause he don't like the niggas that I'm down with
Motherfucker wanna do us
'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis
Most got done by a black
Chorus
Bridge
Check this out, check this out,
Stepped on the scene, at the age of thirteen,
Crystal-clean, kick it like ya never seen,
Big expansion, that
Keep the spirit flowing.
Ain't no big thing.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
(begin refrain)
Create a flash
With that plastic cash.
You don't need
Yeah
Gimme the
Gimme the
Gimme
Gimme the loot
I jump in the Jeep and I take off the roof
I jump on the beat and I tell y'all the truth
He toting
the loot like Notorious
B.I.G. how I do, yeah, I'm balling
All these niggas hating cause I'm scoring
And you know I get it by the boatload
Niggas hating
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
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