Lyrics:
blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
are having their big Christmas ball
I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere
I'll let you shake hands
can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized
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Big Ham: Mic Fiendzzzzz
Notorious BIG: Kick In The Door Waving the 44.. All you hear is poppa don’t hit me no more
BIG HAM
the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you fuck with Big Sno
bankroll, my money, my money, my money
And where my money? Young nigga's gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
Lift my door, girl, get in
Gettin' to it, I handle my business
Got foreigns like Fivio, big drip
Pouring up drank, taking big sips
R.I.P. Nip, got
great, like him and biggie
I hope the day I die
In heaven the kick it with me
But im just takin life, one day at a time
Steady chasin dimes
Droppin bars
Run this in the stay home
Funny thing, niggas nothing on it
Big monster
How many times I won till it's on
How many times I won, you got em
Hom many
on the floor, in the living room with some friends colorin'
He walks by, kicks my arm and goes "Whoops" and just laughs
I yelled for mom (mom) and as she's
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
We are the black-haired girls
With the streaks of red
And ten thousand sky-blue seats
In an open-air shed
Hearin' that thunder bass-drum kick
when it was boring
I could make up big words so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key, to a door
[Notorious B.I.G + (Faith Evans)]
To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie
a ticket and the train leaves by quarter to four
I can see her now with the great big eyes waitin' at the station door
Ain't that fine ain't that fine
connect the dots
Leanin' to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin' with the bass in back
Woke up to a funky beat
Got a new outfit, lookin' so sweet
My shoes are muddy and old, oh no
And I've got a hole in my right big toe
Shoe repair? I
having their big Christmas ball.
I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands
Ahh yeah, woo
There is a dance
That they do on the beach, yeah
It's called the beach stomp
And it's done with the feet, yeah
Well you kick
way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up
Wouldn't know the truth if it looked him in the eye
Sneakin out the back door
Top floor
Dirt poor
You know the boys gonna get himself in jail
Living
If you really want to rip up your mind
If you want to take the lid off your life
If you want to reach down in the sump
To last dregs off
And I felt okay
At least until I passed
This fine cafe
I saw a guy eatin'
A great big steak
While a waitress stood by feedin' him
Ice cream and cake
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