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Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon |
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Hah, sicka than your average Poppa |
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Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink |
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pink gators, my Detroit players |
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Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn |
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Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night |
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Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos |
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Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who |
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do something to us, talk go through us |
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Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us |
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Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe) |
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Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch |
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Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 |
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(Take that, take that, take that, haha!) |
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Bang every MC easily, busily |
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Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope) |
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So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my peace |
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Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps |
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Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it |
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That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) |
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And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah) |
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I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) |
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Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) |
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All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) |
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Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!) |
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Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit |
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Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks |
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on the Lexus, LX, four and a half |
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Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass |
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Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last |
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That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass |
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At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads |
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Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars |
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I still leave you on the pavement |
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Condo paid for, no car payment |
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At my arraignment, note for the plantiff |
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Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh) |
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Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) |
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Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie, can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can feel ya) |
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Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly |
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Wreck it buy a new one |
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Your crew run run run, your crew run run |
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I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit |
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flows girls say he's sweet like licorice |
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So get with this nigga, it's easy |
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Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten |
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Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right!) |
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Come up to your job, hit you while you workin |
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for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin |
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Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo |
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Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly |
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Hit 'em wit the force like Obi, dick black like Toby (Obi, Toby) |
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Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me |
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Where the safe show me, homey. (say what, homie?) |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie, can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie, can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
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Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see |
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
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And I just love your flashy ways |
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Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid |
