[Verse 1]Hah, sicker than your averagePoppa twist cabbage off instinct, niggas don't think shit stinkPink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in BrooklynDead right, if the head right, Biggie there every nightPoppa been smooth since days of UnderroosNever lose, never choose to, bruise crews whoDo something to us, talk go through usGirls walk to us, wanna do us, screw usWho us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3(Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)Bang every MC easily, busilyRecently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope)So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my peaceCubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peepsPacking, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt itThat Brooklyn bullshit, we on it[Hook]Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)(Repeat x2)[Verse 2]I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)All Philly hoes, go with Moschino (c'mon)Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the shitThem niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sticksOn the Lexus, LX, four and a halfBulletproof glass tints if I want some assGonna blast squeeze first ask questions lastThat's how most of these so-called gangsters passAt last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broadsTits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive carsI still leave you on the pavementCondo paid for, no car paymentAt my arraignment, note for the plaintiffYour daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shh)Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)Richer than Richie, till you niggas come and get me[Hook][Verse 3]I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftlyWreck it buy a new oneYour crew run run run, your crew run runI know you sick of this, name brand nigga witFlows girls say he's sweet like licoriceSo get with this nigga, it's easyGirlfriend here's a pen, call me round tenCome through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)Come up to your job, hit you while you working (uh)For certain, Poppa freaking, not speakingLeave that ass leakin, like rapper demoTell them ho, take they clothes off slowlyHit em wit the force like Obi, dick black like Toby (Obi...Toby)Watch me roam like Gobi, lucky they don't owe meWhere the safe show me, homie.. (say what, homie)[Hook x3]
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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