[B.I.G.] + (Puffy)
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mmm)
Uhh (I like this)
Yes, yes! Nine-fo’ (keep bangin)
[Verse One]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you’ll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can’t quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz’s
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby; bay-bee
[Verse Two]
Straight up honey really I’m askin
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin
Who they attractin with that line, What’s your name what’s your sign?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon’ be here for a while, I’m gon’ go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch’s grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon’ do
What we came to do, ain’t that right boo [truuuueee]
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l’s while you do me
[Puff Daddy]
Honey check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah. keep bangin
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, check it out
Nine-fo’ shit for dat ass
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Represent baby BAY-BAY! Uhh
The Notorious B.I.G. – Nasty Girl (Ft. Jagged Edge, Diddy Nelly) 0
[B.I.G.] + (Puffy)
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mmm)
Uhh (I like this)
Yes, yes! Nine-fo’ (keep bangin)
[Verse One]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you’ll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can’t quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz’s
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby; bay-bee
[Verse Two]
Straight up honey really I’m askin
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin
Who they attractin with that line, What’s your name what’s your sign?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon’ be here for a while, I’m gon’ go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch’s grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon’ do
What we came to do, ain’t that right boo [truuuueee]
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l’s while you do me
[Puff Daddy]
Honey check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah. keep bangin
Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!
Пошли вы все, шлюхи! Держи себя в руках, чувак.
Yeah, this album is dedicated
Этот альбом посвящается
To all the teachers that told me I’d never amount to nothin’
Всем учителям, которые говорили мне, что я никогда ничего не достигну,
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin’ in front of
Всем людям, живущим в тех домах, под окнами которых я продавал наркоту,
Called the police on me when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughter
Которые вызывали полицию из-за того, что я просто пытался заработать денег, чтобы накормить дочь,
And all the n**gas in the struggle
И всем н*ггерам, чья жизнь состоит из борьбы.
You know what I’m sayin’? It’s all good, baby baby
Знаете, что я скажу? Всё будет хорошо.
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Всё началось с простой мечты, я читал журнал «Word Up»,
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Там были Salt-n-Pepa и Heavy D в лимузине,
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Я вешал постеры оттуда на стены.
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
Каждую субботу — «Рэп Атака», Mr. Magic, Marley Marl.
I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
Я записывал их на кассеты и переслушивал.
Smokin’ weed on Bambu, sippin’ on Private Stock
Делал косяки из Bambu, пил Private Stock.
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
У меня тогда была красно-чёрная куртка
With the hat to match
И кепка ей под цвет.
Remember Rappin’ Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
Помните «Rappin’ Duke»? Там было «Дух-ха, дух-ха»
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Никто тогда не думал, как сильно хип-хоп изменится к настоящему времени.
Now I’m in the limelight, ’cause I rhyme tight
Теперь я в центре внимания из-за моих рифм,
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Пришло время платить по счетам, взрываться, как Всемирный Торговый Центр.
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Я был рождён грешником, без шансов на победу.
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Помню, как я ел сардины на ужин.
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Мир Рону Джи, Брюси Би, Киду Капри,
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (Wassup?)
Фанкмастеру Флексу, Лавбагу Старски.
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Я поднимаюсь, как вы и думали.
Call the crib, same number, same hood (That’s right)
Звоните мне домой, номер тот же, живу там же,
It’s all good (It’s all good)
And if you don’t know, now you know, n**ga
И если ты не знал раньше, теперь ты знаешь, нигга.