The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - Long Kiss Goodnight songtekst

Je score:
TIME  TIME FOR YOU TA DIE
 AS I KISS  YO  ASS  GOODNIGHT
 I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese
 When I release  you loose teeth like Little Cease
 Nigga please
 Blood floods yo dungarees
 And that's just a half of my warpath
 Laugh now cry later  I rhyme greater
 than the average playa hater  and spectators
 Buy my CD twice
 They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice
 But that's on the low doe'
 be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show
 I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
 Short-change niggas
 snort-cane niggas
 extortion came quicker
 Bought the Range' nigga
 Ya still tickle me
 I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
 Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
 The games sour like like a pickle be
 Ya'll know da rules
 Move from BK ta New Jerus
 Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew
 Bitches, we ran through
 Now da years new
 I lay my game flat
 I want my spot back, take two
 Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious
 Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous
 When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
 Slugs missed ya
 I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)
 Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing
 Catch canes, come out frontin
 Smokin something
 Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
 I laced it wit the basic
 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it
 We hard ta hit
 Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up
 Wipe the "???P???"
 Mix shots, "???work ya seat up???"
 Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
 LONG KISS
 CHORUS X 2
 UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin...
 Maniacs put my name in raps--"???support them???"
 Games dat
 Like they hustle backwards
 I smoke backwards, and Duchees
 Ya can't touch me
 Try ta rush me
 Slugs go, touchy-touchy
 Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
 or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky
 Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me
 Rest where the worms-n-the weak be
 My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
 Wit the holy ghost
 I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey
 Slip-n-tryin ta break me
 Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue
 My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe
 Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out
 The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch
 CHORUS X 2
 Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin
 I got the lettuce in
 You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer
 when I was
 a new comer
 then
 drugs and mac-10's
 Hug from fake friends
 Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou
 That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you
 Open the safe too
 No matter how ya call it(how ya call it)
 This "???bralick???",alcoholic
 Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid
 Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine,
 all the
 time
 Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine
 Flat-line
 Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times
 Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe'
 "???Slink steal slow???"
 As you remorse we feel no
 CHORUS X 6
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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Life After Death (1997)

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