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Tytuł: Player's anthem

  • Wykonawca: Lil Kim
  • Wy¶wietleń: 210

  
   [Notorious B.I.G.]
  Niggaz... bitches...
  Uhh
  
  Chorus: B.I.G.
  
  (Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
  (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha, open off the words I say because
  "This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick
  
  Verse One: Lil' Ceasar
  
  Check it out, uhh
  Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
  What are you a idiot?
  Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
  Got mad guns up in the cabin
  Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
  I make it happen, you got your ass caught
  All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
  or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
  I blow up spots like little sisters
  G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
  Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
  Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
  the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
  Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
  Stack the green, read all between the lines
  A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
  
  (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
  Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
  Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
  Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
  If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
  Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
  Big Poppa never softenin
  Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
  Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
  Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
  Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
  She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
  Just the way players play, all day everyday
  I don't know what else to say
  I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
  Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
  my flow, detrimental to your health
  Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
  My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
  My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
  Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
  Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
  The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  Verse Three: Lil' Kim
  
  I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
  Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
  Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
  Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
  No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
  Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
  Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
  Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
  I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
  325's roll by with the windows down halfway
  D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
  It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
  Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
  Cause they all in line screamin one more time
  Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up