Notorious B.I.G. - Mi casa
Tekst :
[intro]
new york and chi!
perfect combination,
kels, biggie
[r.kelly]
uh-huh-huh-oh
oh-o, (ho!) huh-huh-oh huh-oh
[big verse 1]
you see i don t sweat these hos
i keep em in flavors like timbos
injure bowls, bitches like to play the merry-go
(yeah we know, drop the scenario)
it was me, d, the mpb,
the blunts and brew thang, knockin some wu-tang,
M - E - T - H - oh, shit!
look at them lips and them hips on that bitch (girl!)
we hit the dip, so i could drop my mackadocious shit
light the blunt, flick, and recognize a pimp,
needless to speak the g s obsolete
don t sleep, bang the skins in the week
on the creep, up the avenue
i seen her on the block who she rappin to?
thats my nigga d, damn he got g,
now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see?
[r.kelly - chorus]
mi casa, you casa (oh!)
i aint lookin for no wife, i just wanna give dick to ya (oh!)
hit the club, drink dance all night with ya
hit the pussy good am i doin a thang for ya?
girl show me how you work that thing (whoa-oh!)
you make a mafuckin thug wanna sing (whoa-oh!)
baby baby, can t you see (woah)
we gone fuck until 6 in the morning (woah)
[big - verse 2]
now i play her far, like a moon play a star,
she still sweat me hard cuz i m a rap star
i be cruisin up the block i be passin her
pimpin hard with the female passenger
and the only time i call her to hang
is when me and d, blunted up, pissy schemin on a gangbang
she should used the intuition,
then she wouldnt be classified in that position
listen, she saying i dissed her cuz im fuckin her sister
a message to the fellas that really gets em pissed, uh!
but she started that fuckin family, she fucked my man d,
so why she mad at me?, plus you sister looked betta than you
give head better than you, pussy get wetta than you
so, break the fuck out like a rash,
i m glad i aint spend no cash to hit yo nasty ass
[charlie wilson - bridge]
redbones, slilettos, dukies
hip-huggers to show off your booty
i m hangin with the best of them, sleep
if you wanna, i m a veteran
when i show up to the club its vip
i m dancin in the club if its big
i m not lookin to find a wife
just someone to make a friend o mine
[chorus]
[r. kelly - verse 3]
i roll up on black impala
i m so high when i walk in the club
i, i see this chick that used to get the dick
now she freakin on the floor, make a nigga reminisce
i, want her back in my ride, want her back in my ride
but i dont want no girlfriend
see i just wanna hit it and we can be cool
we can do this, if you feelin the same way too
come on girl, lets go to my hotel
have a party all night in my hotel
pop mo, smoke dro in my hotel
in twenty minutes girl hit me on my cell
[chorus]
Notorious B.I.G. - Ms. Wallace (outro)
Tekst :
As a child Christopher was outspoken when it suited him at times he was quiet
and of course he was mischievous as all little boys are as a young man he likes
to do everything he liked to read he likes to be with his friends as young kids
r young boys he enjoyed life everything that would make him happy r comfortable
he would do but mostly he enjoyed being with his friends and family his early
inspirations toward rap music were the LLs of the world the sugar hills the Mr.
magic抯 and the fat boys of the rap channel those were all the things I heard in
the house even though I called it noise and banging I know now that it is a
accepted musical art form I was a single parent I raised my son on my own his
father had no influence on his decision towards the musical outlet r career he
chose my son had a mind of his own even if his father was around he would have
turned to rap he loved music he loved rap at a point in my sons life he
developed paranoia about death and about the dying we are living in a world of
im
perfect human beings we are greed jealousy and envy or manifested by what
others have accomplished in life my son was very very much aware of that he
appreciated his station in life on the directions in which he was going are
traveling on the other hand there were others who I should uhh use the hip hop
phrase player hating and I think that is what resulted in his paranoia if I had
to change anything in my sons life that would have allowed him to be here
today I would have deterred him from a career in music im aware that millions
appreciated his music millions loved his music be that it may if he hadn抰
chosen that life style that career my son would be alive today if I could sum
up Christopher in one word the word would be generous th thing that my son
loved most about life was the fact that he was in a position to help position
to share position to give to others who needed to others who wanted to others
apreciat4d the gifts that he gave that抯 what he loved most
Notorious B.I.G. - Get your grind on
Tekst :
But I would ve loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit would ve been incredible
[Big Pun talking]
Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
We have our day, you know?
I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, cause in this world I m dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain t no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y all know who killed em filled em with the lugars from they Rugers
or they Desert, dyin ain t the shit but it s pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
Apoligies in order, to T Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can t hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don t ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
[Chorus: Freeway]
Nigga still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo stressed
Mo money, mo drama you know a nigga keep his armor
Cause the streets are killin
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is death, especially when I m mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain t sayin nuttin
If ain t blazin somethin with the mac I m in the shack bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast ll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, ain t no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
An orgi-nation of veterans built
with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Invest in the real, don t get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
We blessed with the will to never surrender
cause my every agenda s in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
It s my world
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run
Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
I m in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap
And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs
Listen, don t make me hurt you I m just givin the facts
On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
And no it s not the Feds, man papi s home
And papi got it good, he could put you on
Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks
Crack a chestize em, right besides em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn t surprise em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don t give a...
Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal
I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
Then they call the shit the bomb smack
Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never
[Notorious B.I.G.]
This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
be Mor-gan than Freeman
I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggaz can t bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
To old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it s cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize
in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit
When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin
Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life s the shit