lirik lagu gimme the loot – notorious big
yeah, motherf-ckers better know
huh, huh, lock your windows
close your doors
biggie smalls, huh, yeah
my man inf left a tec and a nine at my crib
turned himself in, he had to do a bid
a one-to-three, he be home the end of ’93
i’m ready to get this paper, g, you with me?
motherf-cking right
my pocket’s looking kind of tight
and i’m stressed
yo biggie, let me get the vest
no need for that, just grab the f-cking gat
the first pocket that’s fat, the tec is to his back
word is bond, i’m a smoke him, yo, don’t fake no moves
(what?)
treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
n-gg-, you ain’t got to explain sh-t
i’ve been robbin’ motherf-ckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
two point-blank, a motherf-cker’s sure to die
that’s my word, n-gg-, even try to bogart
have his mother singing “it’s so hard”
yes, love, love your f-cking att-tude
because the n-gg- play p-ssy
that’s the n-gg- that’s getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
then i’m dipping up the block and i’m robbing b-tches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
i wouldn’t give f-ck if you’re pregnant
give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant
i’m slamming n-gg-z like shaquille, sh-t is real
when it’s time to eat a meal, i rob and steal
‘cos mom duke ain’t giving me sh-t
so for the bread and b-tter, i leave n-gg-z in the gutter
huh, word to mother, i’m dangerous
crazier than a bag of f-cking angel dust
when i bust my gat, motherf-ckers take dirt naps
i’m all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
well, he’s stickin’ you and taking all your money
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
and i’m shooting n-gg-z quick if you hiccup
don’t let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
the opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
you’re talking to the robbery expert
stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
don’t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
‘cos when i lick shots, the sh-ts is persistent
huh, goodness gracious, the papers
where the cash at? where the stash at?
n-gg-, p-ss that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
and my n-gg- biggie got an itchy one grip
one in the chamber, 32 in the clip
motherf-ckers better strip
yeah n-gg-, peel before you find out how blue steel feel
from the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
the money getter, motherf-ckers don’t have better
rolex watches and colourful swatches
i’m digging in pockets, motherf-ckers can’t stop it
man, n-gg-z come through, i’m taking high school rings too
b-tches get [incomprehensible] for they earrings and bangles
and when i rock her and drop her, i’m taking her door knockers
and if she’s resistant “baka, baka, baka”
so go get your man, b-tch, he can get robbed too
tell him biggie took it, what the f-ck he gonna do?
i hope apologetic or i’m a have to set it
and if i set it, the c-cksucker won’t forget it
well, he’s stickin’ you and taking all your money
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
gimme the loot, gimme the loot
man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
but money looks sweet in the isuzu jeep
(where at?)
man, i throw him in the beem, you grab the f-cking cream
and if he start to scream, bam, bam, have a nice dream
hold up, he got a f-cking b-tch in the car
fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
ooh biggie, let me jack her, i kick her in the back
hit her with the gat
yo chill, shorty, let me do that
just get the f-cking car keys and cruise up the block
the b-tch act shocked, gettin’ shot on the spot
oh sh-t, the cops
be cool, fool, they ain’t gonna roll up
all they want is f-cking doughnuts
so why the f-ck he keep lookin’? i guess to get his life tooken
i just came home, ain’t trying to see central booking
oh sh-t, now he lookin’ in my face
you better haul -ss ‘cos i ain’t with no f-cking chase
so lace up your boots ‘cos i’m about to shoot
a true motherf-cker going out for the loot
take that, motherf-ckers
[incomprehensible]
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