歌手:The Notorious B.I.G.
专辑:《Born Again》

作词 : Notorious B.I.G./D-Dot/Barry White/Craig Mack/Trevell Coleman/Melisa "Missy" Elliott
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./D-Dot/Barry White/Craig Mack/Trevell Coleman/Melisa "Missy" Elliott
To my **********in' man 50
Grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the ***** stroker
MC provoker, chocolate
Thai smoker hear
I like to max in
Maximas and
AcurasYour girl butt cheeks
I'm smackin' her
The raw rapper, spine snapper with the little hookers on my lap-ah
You know the flavor
Mack-ahA shy ***** but
I ain't your ****in' comforter
And if I ever fall in love
I bet I'm ****in' her
Ask the hooker, if
I didn't jook her
If she tried to front, then
I drop the
Chucky Booker on her
Why you wanna play your games on me, *****, you crazy?
Commitments,
I'm Swayze, no time for the ill ****
Rest with the ****** on that real blood spill ****
My rappin' tactics are drastic
Stretchin' ************s like
Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree you better be, filled with energy
****** never gettin' me, so let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yeah, yo, odds even, said shoot
Asked me the reason, and
I said loot
Man that's all
I'm here for, therefore
When death declares war, you know what to prepare for
****, one for shelter, book flights on
DeltaLive on your station, the radiation'll melt ya cool
I guess your momma raised a fool
You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school
Rap terror, shots through your new era
Get it together, y'all ****** shoulda knew better
I'm on point like acupuncture
I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
Left side, right side, witcha hoe
I might slide
Runnin' with this big guy, y'all ****** is pranksters
Don't make a ***** have to show you the pound
And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground
Just let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
I be like what?
Let me clear my throat
Break the smoke,
Missy gotta hit some high notes
Hey, yo from coast to coast
I burn like toast
So **** that
I floats through snow *****
Oh, you don't wanna bow to me
The agony be like, "Somebody help me please"
Feel my pressure, never could a ***** flow better
In any weather,
I'm Biggie bangin' ya *****
I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
Now I pop through your body parts
Blaow, blaow, you like the way
I interact
Proceed to smack, any
MC that's whack
Microphone check one two,
I do ya tool
Like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh
But before
I get down, where's my money?
Let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Bringin' it live to you ***** ass ******