Tytuł: One more chance (remix)

• Wykonawca: Notorious B.I.G.
• Wyświetleń: 249

  
   Verse One:
  
  First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honies
  Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin money
  Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan
  but penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
  Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
  Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
  However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
  Rings and watch filled with rocks
  And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
  Girls pee pee when they see me
  Navajos creep me in they tee pee
  As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
  Stop it - if you think they gonna make a prophet
  Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
  Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
  in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
  I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya
  I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya
  Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin
  First I talk about how I dresses this
  In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses
  The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
  Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
  climax that your man can't make
  Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
  and sing the break
  
  Chorus:
  
  One more chance
  Biggie give me one more chance
  
  Verse Two:
  
  She's sick of that song on how it's so long
  Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
  There I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans
  Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan
  Schemin, don't leave ya girl round me
  True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
  You ringin bells with bags from Chanel
  Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
  Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
  She beeped me, meet me at twelve
  Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
  While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
  Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
  Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
  Nuttin left to do but send her home to you
  I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three:
  
  So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
  We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
  The envy of all women, crush linen
  Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em
  The finest women I love with a passion
  Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
  High fashion - flyin into all states
  Sexin me while ya man masturbates
  Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
  Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
  Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
  I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
  
  Chorus