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Uh, uh, check it out |
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Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um |
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(i like this, yeah) |
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Uh, yeah, 94' |
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[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One] |
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To all the ladies in the place with style and grace |
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Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes |
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Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies? |
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The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me |
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The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me |
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Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin |
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But I just can't quit |
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Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with |
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Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not |
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Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot |
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Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed |
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Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy |
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No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's |
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C-notes by the layers, true ****** players |
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Jump in the Rover and come over |
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tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree |
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[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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To the honies gettin money playin ******z like dummies |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place |
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Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby |
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Bay-bee |
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[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two] |
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Straight up honey really I'm askin |
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Most of these ******z think they be mackin but they be actin |
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Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"? |
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Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind |
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And ask what your interests are, "who you be with"? |
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Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial |
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You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew |
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You go call your crew |
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We can rendezvou at the bar around two |
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Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease |
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Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt |
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So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly |
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A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape |
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Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do |
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What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee) |
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Forget the telly we just go to the crib |
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and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me |
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[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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To the honies gettin money playin ******z like dummies |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place |
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Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby |
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Bay-bee |
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[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three] |
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(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz's |
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Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous |
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Tremendous cream, ****** a dollar and a dream (whaat) |
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Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams |
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Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's |
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Money hoes and clothes all a ****** knows |
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A foolish pleasure, whatever |
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I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure |
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However living better now, Gucci sweater now |
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Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend |
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(Honey check it, (check it) |
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Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds) |
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And we can be friends |
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******t we can do this every weekend (that's right) |
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Aight? Is that aight with you? |
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Yeah... keep bangin) |
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[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.] |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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To the honies gettin money playin ******z like dummies |
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(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) |
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If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place |
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Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby |
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Bay-bee |
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[Biggie Ad libin'] |
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Uhh, Check it out, |
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My full ******t, for that ass, |
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Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, |
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Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay! |
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Uhh! |
