sweet like licorice So get with this nigga It's easy Girlfriend, here's a pen call me 'round 10:00 Come through Have sex on rugs that's Persian Come up to your job hit you while you working, for certain Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin' Like rapper demo Tell them hos, take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit' the force like Obi dick black like Toby Watch me roam like Romey Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe Show me, homey Say what? Homey. Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Я не очень хорошо пишу. Телег вообще не сочиняю. Но просто я решил... что надо написать письмо для Бига. Письмо Бигу. Эй, йо. Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace Yeah, it's your boy Kiss I just wanted to holler In your memory I keep a Coogi in my closet Kangol on the rack a fresh pair of Wallies You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child And still got Branson on speed dial And everybody's the king now You ain't gotta be nice Gettin' shot is the thing now M.A.F.I.A. was doin' they best They separated Now Roc and Gutta doin' a stretch, uh, yeah Kim is still in it to win it I seen Money L a while ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute People in power is queer I could go on for a year about how would it be if you were still here The game got cheaper rappers is more commercially successful now But the heart's a lot weaker You know me Still got the flow that'll pop speakers First option on offense the top feature It's easy, Big All you need is a Pro Tools set And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet Everybody that's somebody show respect Only a matter of time before they notice that I'm an impeccable lyricist, yeah And with the right mechanics I could take over, be clear of this They well aware of Kiss the light of the city And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy I got my own plan Handle mine like a grown man Long as I know I'm nice fuck it, I'm my own fan Remixed the joints you had But they could never ever duplicate your swag, never Meanwhile I'm-a keep it so on my lil' plans And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans Up there steppin' with God Down here Mister C. in B.K. is still reppin' you hard, hard T'yanna so pretty C.J. turned into a Lil' Biggie Just a little lighter but so witty On your born day we get the highest Groovy still the best with the garments He keep me the flyest Tonight PatrГіn is dead Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi LimГіn to the head And before I end it I gotta say thanks 'Cause not only was your time well-spent it was splendid, thanks Miss you, my nigga One love We tried so hard to understand We tried so hard to understand Why you had to go away Why you had to go away We miss you You were everything, yeah So we'll just keep Our heads to the sky Sat wit' 'em, talked wit' 'em 'Cause we know we're gonna see you In the next lifetime But it's never easy saying good-bye See you when I get there, baby Saying Good-bye So we tried so hard to understand Why you had to go away Why you had to go away You were everything We missed you Why you had to go away So we tried so hard to understand Why you had to go away We miss you ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дом большой мамочки - текст Всё или ничего - текст Автофокус - текст Снайпер 3 - текст Руслан и Людмила |