I Got A Story To Tell Lyrics
| Song | I Got A Story To Tell |
| Artist | The Notorious B.I.G. |
| Album | Life After Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Best, Notorious BIG | |
| Who y'all talkin' to man? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin' mad bitches | |
| In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit is sweet | |
| Nigga creep up on your ass | |
| Live niggaz respect it, check it | |
| I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya | |
| Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya | |
| Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that | |
| With a Kodak, | |
| Insta-ma-tak | |
| We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat | |
| Sweetness, where you parked at? | |
| Petiteness but that ass fat | |
| She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, | |
| I'm fuckin' witchu | |
| The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo | |
| Try to hit if she trippin' dissapearin' like | |
| ArsenioYo, the bitch push a double- | |
| OWith the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt | |
| Y'all drive in front, | |
| I'm a peel with her | |
| Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? | |
| Then we all get laced | |
| Television's, | |
| Versace heaven, when | |
| I'm up in 'em | |
| The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit | |
| She get dick from a player off the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush | |
| She's stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush | |
| We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous | |
| I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the | |
| Utah JazzMy 112, | |
| CD blast, | |
| I was past | |
| She came twice | |
| I came last, roll the grass | |
| She giggle, sayin', "I'm smokin' on home ground" | |
| Then I heard her moan, honey, | |
| I'm homeYep, tote chrome for situations like this | |
| I'm up in his broad, | |
| I know he won't like this | |
| Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him | |
| Before this fist put a spark to him | |
| Fuck around shit, get dark to him, put a part through him | |
| Lose a major part to him, arm, leg | |
| She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer | |
| Gettin' hot like a toaster, | |
| I cocks the toast, uhh | |
| Before my eyes could blink | |
| She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink" | |
| He go back downstairs more time to think | |
| Her brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient | |
| She don't know | |
| I'm cool as a fan | |
| Gat in hand, | |
| I don't wanna blast her man | |
| But I can and | |
| I will doe, | |
| I probably chill doe | |
| Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo | |
| It came to me like a song | |
| I wroteTold the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope | |
| Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face | |
| Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase | |
| Play the cut, nigga comin' off some love potion shit | |
| Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless | |
| Dropped the glass screamin', "Don't blast here's the stashA hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please" | |
| Nigga pullin' mad | |
| G's out the floor | |
| Put stacks in a | |
| Prada knapsack, hit the door | |
| Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell | |
| Bring some weed | |
| I got a story to tell, uhh | |
| Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe | |
| What the fuck happened to me? | |
| Remember that bitch | |
| I left the club with man? | |
| Yo, freaky yo, | |
| I'm up in this bitch playa this bitch | |
| Fuckin run them ol' mink ass niggaz and shit | |
| I'm up in the spot though[Incomprehensible] | |
| One of them six-five niggaz, | |
| I don't know | |
| Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot | |
| So boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever, whatever | |
| I sparks up some lye, | |
| Pop Duke creeps up in on some | |
| Must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot | |
| Had me scared, had me scared | |
| I was shook, | |
| Daddy but | |
| I forget I had my | |
| Roscoe on me always | |
| You know how we do | |
| So anyway the nigga comes up the stairs | |
| He creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she | |
| Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit | |
| She gettin mad nervous, | |
| I said, "Fuck that manI'm the nigga, you know how we do it, nigga" | |
| Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face | |
| Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack | |
| Soon this nigga comes up in the spot | |
| Flash the desert in his face, he drops the glass | |
| Looked like the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother | |
| Ahh fuck it, this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet | |
| Start givin' me mad papers, mad papers(I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch 'cuz)(Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that)(You wouldn't know that shit, really though)(I threw all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack) | |
| Two words, | |
| I'm gone(No doubt, no doubt, no doubt) | |
| Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?[Incomprehensible] |
| zuo ci : Best, Notorious BIG | |
| Who y' all talkin' to man? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin' mad bitches | |
| In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit is sweet | |
| Nigga creep up on your ass | |
| Live niggaz respect it, check it | |
| I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya | |
| Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya | |
| Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that | |
| With a Kodak, | |
| Instamatak | |
| We don' t get down like that, lay my game down quite flat | |
| Sweetness, where you parked at? | |
| Petiteness but that ass fat | |
| She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, | |
| I' m fuckin' witchu | |
| The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo | |
| Try to hit if she trippin' dissapearin' like | |
| ArsenioYo, the bitch push a double | |
| OWith the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt | |
| Y' all drive in front, | |
| I' m a peel with her | |
| Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? | |
| Then we all get laced | |
| Television' s, | |
| Versace heaven, when | |
| I' m up in ' em | |
| The shit she kicked, all the shit' s legit | |
| She get dick from a player off the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush | |
| She' s stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush | |
| We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous | |
| I' m in his ass while he playin' ' gainst the | |
| Utah JazzMy 112, | |
| CD blast, | |
| I was past | |
| She came twice | |
| I came last, roll the grass | |
| She giggle, sayin', " I' m smokin' on home ground" | |
| Then I heard her moan, honey, | |
| I' m homeYep, tote chrome for situations like this | |
| I' m up in his broad, | |
| I know he won' t like this | |
| Now I' m like bitch you better talk to him | |
| Before this fist put a spark to him | |
| Fuck around shit, get dark to him, put a part through him | |
| Lose a major part to him, arm, leg | |
| She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer | |
| Gettin' hot like a toaster, | |
| I cocks the toast, uhh | |
| Before my eyes could blink | |
| She screams out, " Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink" | |
| He go back downstairs more time to think | |
| Her brain racin', she' s tellin' me to stay patient | |
| She don' t know | |
| I' m cool as a fan | |
| Gat in hand, | |
| I don' t wanna blast her man | |
| But I can and | |
| I will doe, | |
| I probably chill doe | |
| Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo | |
| It came to me like a song | |
| I wroteTold the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope | |
| Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face | |
| Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase | |
| Play the cut, nigga comin' off some love potion shit | |
| Flash the heat on ' em, he stood emotionless | |
| Dropped the glass screamin', " Don' t blast here' s the stashA hundred cash just don' t shoot my ass, please" | |
| Nigga pullin' mad | |
| G' s out the floor | |
| Put stacks in a | |
| Prada knapsack, hit the door | |
| Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell | |
| Bring some weed | |
| I got a story to tell, uhh | |
| Yo man, y' all niggaz ain' t gonna believe | |
| What the fuck happened to me? | |
| Remember that bitch | |
| I left the club with man? | |
| Yo, freaky yo, | |
| I' m up in this bitch playa this bitch | |
| Fuckin run them ol' mink ass niggaz and shit | |
| I' m up in the spot though Incomprehensible | |
| One of them sixfive niggaz, | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anyway I' m up in the motherfuckin' spot | |
| So boom I' m up in the pussy, whatever, whatever | |
| I sparks up some lye, | |
| Pop Duke creeps up in on some | |
| Must have been rained out or something because he' s in the spot | |
| Had me scared, had me scared | |
| I was shook, | |
| Daddy but | |
| I forget I had my | |
| Roscoe on me always | |
| You know how we do | |
| So anyway the nigga comes up the stairs | |
| He creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she | |
| Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit | |
| She gettin mad nervous, | |
| I said, " Fuck that manI' m the nigga, you know how we do it, nigga" | |
| Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face | |
| Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack | |
| Soon this nigga comes up in the spot | |
| Flash the desert in his face, he drops the glass | |
| Looked like the nigga pissed on hisself or somethin, word to mother | |
| Ahh fuck it, this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet | |
| Start givin' me mad papers, mad papers I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch ' cuz Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain' t know that You wouldn' t know that shit, really though I threw all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack | |
| Two words, | |
| I' m gone No doubt, no doubt, no doubt | |
| Yo nigga got some lye, y' all got some lye? Incomprehensible |
| zuò cí : Best, Notorious BIG | |
| Who y' all talkin' to man? | |
| Check it out, check it out | |
| This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin' mad bitches | |
| In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit is sweet | |
| Nigga creep up on your ass | |
| Live niggaz respect it, check it | |
| I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya | |
| Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya | |
| Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that | |
| With a Kodak, | |
| Instamatak | |
| We don' t get down like that, lay my game down quite flat | |
| Sweetness, where you parked at? | |
| Petiteness but that ass fat | |
| She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, | |
| I' m fuckin' witchu | |
| The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo | |
| Try to hit if she trippin' dissapearin' like | |
| ArsenioYo, the bitch push a double | |
| OWith the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt | |
| Y' all drive in front, | |
| I' m a peel with her | |
| Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? | |
| Then we all get laced | |
| Television' s, | |
| Versace heaven, when | |
| I' m up in ' em | |
| The shit she kicked, all the shit' s legit | |
| She get dick from a player off the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush | |
| She' s stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush | |
| We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous | |
| I' m in his ass while he playin' ' gainst the | |
| Utah JazzMy 112, | |
| CD blast, | |
| I was past | |
| She came twice | |
| I came last, roll the grass | |
| She giggle, sayin', " I' m smokin' on home ground" | |
| Then I heard her moan, honey, | |
| I' m homeYep, tote chrome for situations like this | |
| I' m up in his broad, | |
| I know he won' t like this | |
| Now I' m like bitch you better talk to him | |
| Before this fist put a spark to him | |
| Fuck around shit, get dark to him, put a part through him | |
| Lose a major part to him, arm, leg | |
| She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer | |
| Gettin' hot like a toaster, | |
| I cocks the toast, uhh | |
| Before my eyes could blink | |
| She screams out, " Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink" | |
| He go back downstairs more time to think | |
| Her brain racin', she' s tellin' me to stay patient | |
| She don' t know | |
| I' m cool as a fan | |
| Gat in hand, | |
| I don' t wanna blast her man | |
| But I can and | |
| I will doe, | |
| I probably chill doe | |
| Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo | |
| It came to me like a song | |
| I wroteTold the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope | |
| Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face | |
| Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase | |
| Play the cut, nigga comin' off some love potion shit | |
| Flash the heat on ' em, he stood emotionless | |
| Dropped the glass screamin', " Don' t blast here' s the stashA hundred cash just don' t shoot my ass, please" | |
| Nigga pullin' mad | |
| G' s out the floor | |
| Put stacks in a | |
| Prada knapsack, hit the door | |
| Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell | |
| Bring some weed | |
| I got a story to tell, uhh | |
| Yo man, y' all niggaz ain' t gonna believe | |
| What the fuck happened to me? | |
| Remember that bitch | |
| I left the club with man? | |
| Yo, freaky yo, | |
| I' m up in this bitch playa this bitch | |
| Fuckin run them ol' mink ass niggaz and shit | |
| I' m up in the spot though Incomprehensible | |
| One of them sixfive niggaz, | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anyway I' m up in the motherfuckin' spot | |
| So boom I' m up in the pussy, whatever, whatever | |
| I sparks up some lye, | |
| Pop Duke creeps up in on some | |
| Must have been rained out or something because he' s in the spot | |
| Had me scared, had me scared | |
| I was shook, | |
| Daddy but | |
| I forget I had my | |
| Roscoe on me always | |
| You know how we do | |
| So anyway the nigga comes up the stairs | |
| He creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she | |
| Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit | |
| She gettin mad nervous, | |
| I said, " Fuck that manI' m the nigga, you know how we do it, nigga" | |
| Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face | |
| Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack | |
| Soon this nigga comes up in the spot | |
| Flash the desert in his face, he drops the glass | |
| Looked like the nigga pissed on hisself or somethin, word to mother | |
| Ahh fuck it, this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet | |
| Start givin' me mad papers, mad papers I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch ' cuz Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain' t know that You wouldn' t know that shit, really though I threw all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack | |
| Two words, | |
| I' m gone No doubt, no doubt, no doubt | |
| Yo nigga got some lye, y' all got some lye? Incomprehensible |
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