Lyrics:
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in
Buckle up, here comes love
Looks like cupid just showed up
Let him on
Let him by
Give him room
But don't ask why
'Cause love don't need no ticket
glean
A yung player with big bucks
You can tell im a pimp
By the way that I walk
You can tell Im a playa by
The way that I talk you know
I'm super fly by
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
(Where Brooklyn at?)
You're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win
And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?
Mista rippa
A FLOATING
In a blooming city full of contradictions,
the heart is an empty room.
Two sidesteps off the road,
the heart is like a glass vacuum.
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like
down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
shatter the glass
I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
That shit was
the blood and the sweat
You bet I'm a nervous wreck
God knows if I say that I come for a check
Then a check is what I expect
God knows I'm a pain in
If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in
If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in
face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?",
!'
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
hopeless (uh)
Cause your persistence overpowers me
I know you rollin' out with me
I was stayin' at the Shore Club, leanin' in the red room
Seen this
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
Wouldn't you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me to undress her, yessir
wreck the calm round here you said to me
I could use a blue sky now
A room with lights switched on
A quiet harbour without whispers of all that has gone
Yeah, big time spender
Wrist cause a big time blizzard
Bitch on a big time bender
In the room you a big time snitcher
With the crew on a big
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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