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The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
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Pamela Long
Pamela Long
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Andy Armer
Andy Armer
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Randy Alpert
Randy Alpert
Автор песен
Ricky Walters
Ricky Walters
Автор песен
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
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Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
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Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Автор песен
Ronald Anthony "Amen-ra" Lawrence
Ronald Anthony "Amen-ra" Lawrence
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Продюсер
Lorrenn Argumedes
Lorrenn Argumedes
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
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Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Миксинг-инженер
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Продюсер
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Продюсер
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
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Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
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Uh, uh (uh, come on) Ha, sicker than yo' average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right) Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at yo' cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin') So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you) Packin', askin', "Who want it?", You got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see? (Uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways, uh (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha) I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes go with Moschino (come on) Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I'll still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment (uh-uh) At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement" Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see? (Uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways, uh (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) I can fill you wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on) Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit' Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh) Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell 'em "Hoe, take they clothes off slowly" (slowly) Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi) Dick black like Toby (Toby) Watch me roam like Romey (Romey) Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (say what, homie?) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see? (Uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways, uh (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see? (Uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways, uh (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Writer(s): Deric Michael Angelettie, Andy W. Armer, Christopher Wallace, Randy C. Alpert, Sean J. Combs, Ronald Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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