Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Uhh, check it out, check it out
This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
In other n1ggas cribs
Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
We don't get down like that
Lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
I'm ****ing with you
The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
Primis Player Placeholder
Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
You know how we do.
So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
(I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.06][Intro]
[00:00.27]Who y'all talkin' to, man?
[00:05.19]Uhh, check it out, check it out
[00:07.50]This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
[00:08.67]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
[00:12.96]In other n1ggas cribs
[00:15.60]Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
[00:17.19]Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:22.20][Verse]
[00:22.56]I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
[00:25.56]Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
[00:28.41]n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
[00:29.82]n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
[00:32.52]We don't get down like that
[00:33.78]Lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.67]Sweetness, where you parked at?
[00:37.47]Petiteness, but that ass fat
[00:39.39]She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
[00:41.97]I'm ****ing with you
[00:42.90]The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
[00:45.87]Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
[00:48.90]Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
[00:50.73]With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
[00:53.49]Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
[00:55.74]Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
[00:59.25]Then we all get laced
[01:00.66]Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
[01:03.36]The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.58]She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.58]N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.89]She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
[01:13.53]We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.90]I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
[01:18.60]My 112, CD blast, I was past
[01:21.33]She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.97]She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
[01:26.55]Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
[01:28.77]Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.44]I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
[01:33.99]Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
[01:37.59]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.70]Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
[01:46.77]Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
[01:50.16]Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.54]She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
[01:54.24]He go back downstairs, more time to think
[01:56.88]Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
[01:59.85]She don't know I'm cool as a fan
[02:01.86]Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.38]But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
[02:07.32]Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
[02:10.05]It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:14.64]Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:19.74]Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
[02:22.53]Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:27.63]A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
[02:30.87]N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
[02:32.55]Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.04]Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.59]"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
[02:39.69]Primis Player Placeholder
[02:40.32]Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
[02:45.96]Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
[02:59.40]So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
[03:08.64]Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
[03:17.82]You know how we do.
[03:18.18]So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
[03:28.47]She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
[03:37.50]Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
[03:46.29]Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
[03:52.14]This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
[03:59.10](I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
[04:07.95]You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
[04:11.01]I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
[04:26.73]Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out]
Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Uhh, check it out, check it out
This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
In other n1ggas cribs
Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
We don't get down like that
Lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
I'm ****ing with you
The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
Primis Player Placeholder
Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
You know how we do.
So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
(I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.06][Intro]
[00:00.27]Who y'all talkin' to, man?
[00:05.19]Uhh, check it out, check it out
[00:07.50]This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
[00:08.67]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
[00:12.96]In other n1ggas cribs
[00:15.60]Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
[00:17.19]Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:22.20][Verse]
[00:22.56]I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
[00:25.56]Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
[00:28.41]n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
[00:29.82]n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
[00:32.52]We don't get down like that
[00:33.78]Lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.67]Sweetness, where you parked at?
[00:37.47]Petiteness, but that ass fat
[00:39.39]She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
[00:41.97]I'm ****ing with you
[00:42.90]The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
[00:45.87]Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
[00:48.90]Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
[00:50.73]With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
[00:53.49]Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
[00:55.74]Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
[00:59.25]Then we all get laced
[01:00.66]Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
[01:03.36]The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.58]She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.58]N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.89]She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
[01:13.53]We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.90]I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
[01:18.60]My 112, CD blast, I was past
[01:21.33]She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.97]She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
[01:26.55]Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
[01:28.77]Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.44]I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
[01:33.99]Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
[01:37.59]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.70]Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
[01:46.77]Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
[01:50.16]Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.54]She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
[01:54.24]He go back downstairs, more time to think
[01:56.88]Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
[01:59.85]She don't know I'm cool as a fan
[02:01.86]Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.38]But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
[02:07.32]Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
[02:10.05]It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:14.64]Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:19.74]Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
[02:22.53]Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:27.63]A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
[02:30.87]N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
[02:32.55]Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.04]Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.59]"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
[02:39.69]Primis Player Placeholder
[02:40.32]Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
[02:45.96]Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
[02:59.40]So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
[03:08.64]Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
[03:17.82]You know how we do.
[03:18.18]So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
[03:28.47]She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
[03:37.50]Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
[03:46.29]Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
[03:52.14]This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
[03:59.10](I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
[04:07.95]You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
[04:11.01]I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
[04:26.73]Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out]
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Twist cabbage off instinct niggas
Don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead rig...
Machine Gun Funk -The Notorious B.I.G.
Lyrics by ：Williams /Kelly /Notorious B.I.G./HARVEY /Hansford /C.Wallace
Yeah
So you wanna be hardcore
With you...
Oh yeah bad boy baby
Ralph Tresvant
Biggie Smalls
Listen
Listen to me
Old Thing Back by Matoma, The Notorious B.I.G., Ja Rule, Ralph Tresvant from the...
Uhhh uhhh uh c'mon
Twist cabbage off instinct *****z don't think *****t stink
Pink gators my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead r...
Going Back to Cali （到加州）（Remaster ）-The Notorious B.I.G.
Lyrics by ：O.Harvey /C.Wallace /R.Troutman
Produced by ：EZ Mo Bee
Ah
Head so hard
That your h...
I make a photo
Another day in the ghetto
One look outside I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nu...
Uhhh uhhh uh c'mon
The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize (2005 Remaster) - Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition) - Twist cabbage off ins...