Lyrics:
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
alibaba, notorious you can call me poppa the show stoppa holdin' down like a shot blocker. I got your arms and legs moving like a pop locker tops in demand
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
I’m at it
Stedfastt like Fortnite’s last man standin’
I come crashin’ the track like
Dragon Ball Z, Vegeta’s Big Bang Attack!
Bpm ravaged, it’s tragic.
outta ya seat
Mo murda the beat
Notorious thugs rest in peace B.I.G. Eazy-E
We spit that fire, spit that fire, spit that fire, spit that flame
(Oh don't
she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This
still popping forever
I'm notorious, I'm Big Poppa forever
I heard 'em all talking
They said that he won't make it
But I still stand tall and them
scary when you self destruct
Knowledge got me loaded up
Got hate in a camel clutch
Like what
Like I’m Big Poppa Pump
Yes I’m water baby
Feelin notorious
Yea
Champ
The champ is here
Come through to the casa (yea)
I'm Notorious so, she call me Big Poppa (Champ)
I ain't pickin' up if she call me manana
Niggas tryin' to spin on me? Where the fuck y'all spinners at?
Two pumps on me, (huh, huh) I'm Scott Steiner, a "Big Poppa" shit
Yeah, we born sinnin', but
say somethin' on this track.
Well I'm not a pimp or a player, see I'm more like the mayor
Grab a bitch up by her hair like I just don't care
more time!)
Freight is great (Did you think of that all by yourselves?)
Freight is great (It's so profound!)
We never sulk. We hulk the bulk.
'Cos
with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed
tamtą raną, co nie dało się zszyć
Moje serce musi bić, musi żyć
Tata, wersy wchodzą w bit, by po śmierci żyć
Jak Notorious B.I.G., big poppa
I'ma live
Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get
Hello how u doing yea excuse me li mama
I’m attracted yea i like your lil drama
Tryna be your big poppa
Really wanna kiss u by my locker
Hard up in
'94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
go
Mans asked me for a feature, I heard the track, hit him back, told him I'm busy
This motherfucker only release ass and then still had the damn
get right
'Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right
My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned
at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta
That's
is to me now just one big psychedelic trip
Feel the pain of others hits like I'm a boxers sweat that drip
Pay my rent by verbally strippin with my
Stalley
I wear my hoes out like I own a Bally's
Keep track of these hoes like a Navi
No time sit around bitch get the lapping
I'll put my foot in yo ass for
Breakesek, firkászok, dj-k bezárul a kör
Rakim, Guru, Big L, Big Pun, az első Fat Joe
Az újabb lemezeken max. csak az első track jó
Erykah Badu és
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