Lyrics:
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis doses
Blends and Bends
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
And he said ‘You and your big cheeks have got me’
Along with ‘Disarm’ and ‘Flooded Quarry’
Turn off the base with the beat-box detox
Pull off the pace,
(alright, alright)
So everybody in the house, give a warm (uh), round of applause for
The Notorious B.I.G. (ha)
The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen,
the forefront
Pumped like a 12 gauge, fired like an uzi
Semi automatic a habit that didn't choose me
Don't lose me, I finally bloomed
I got a big bad boom bap
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie.. Biggie..
my pockets like a fax machine
Check ya mental faculties
If you didn't know the team
Notorious
Got em itching like some fiends
For a dope flow
So we
the cops you gots to chill with EPMD
This is something devastating that'll break your trunk
And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
(Cars
that boat by the bluff at the day's end
I got a need to find trouble when things are alright
I pine for pain in the morning light
And even with my
Heard you got detention three times this week
Playing with the bad kids down by the creek
When I was your age, oh I did the same
I'll save you
the cops you gots to chill with EPMD
This is something devastating that'll break your trunk
And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
(Cars
P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
Like Max and
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
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
-- all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
and respect to Notorious B.I.G.
DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you
Doo Wop, S&S, oh yeah and Ron G too
Craig G, forever tryin to live like me
She's a bad mother funker
She's a human sex machine
She's a bad mother funker
She got the power to make you shake your rump
Do the bug
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