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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matoma
Matoma
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
Ralph Tresvant
Ralph Tresvant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl E. Thompson
Carl E. Thompson
Songwriter
Jack Knight
Jack Knight
Songwriter
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Songwriter
Norman Glover
Norman Glover
Songwriter
Reginald Ellis
Reginald Ellis
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matoma
Matoma
Producer

Lyrics

What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing What you wanna do I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing Uh, yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls, listen Uh, yeah, babe Oh, listen to me Oh, yeah To sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me, "Bigga the Condom Filler" Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders, in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear 13s, know what I mean? I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter Skinny or fat, or light-skinned, or black, baby I drop these Boniqua mommies screamin', "Ay papi!" I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck taekwondo, I tote the .44 For niggas gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, you see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin' Physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing That old thing back, like B-I double G-I-E With some new R-U-L-E Notorious known to bustin' in ya E-Y-E (baby, baby) Bitches know they love to hate me I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you ain't misses with similar your faces When ya comin' y'all be cryin' like I'm killin' y'all bitches And notice a bigger picture than the camera rollin' 'Cause I only be knowin' how the shit's unfolding Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloading Got a reload, like every so often You sayin' I got my swagger back I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left It's so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back (shit) (what you wanna do) What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500 SL The E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim, with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot But lickin' clits had to stop 'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though I got the cleanest meanest penis You never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Tim' boots and your bodysuit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York For fillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk Or tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when I'm done I got to split, shit What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing What you wanna do (yeah) I got that old thing back (you know) What you wanna see Baby siting and relaxing Yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls, listen Uh, yeah, babe Oh, listen to me Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Norman Glover, Reginald D. Ellis, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Sean Puffy Combs, Jack Knight, Carl E. Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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