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Let Me Get Down (feat. G-Dep, Craig Mack & Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott) [2005 Remaster]
The Notorious B.I.G.
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Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (keep bangin') 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 mamis? The back of the club sipping Moet is where you'll find me The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question asking, blunt passing Music blasting, but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true ****ing player Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree I love it when you call me big poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me big poppa To the honies getting money playing ****ers like dummie I love it when you call me big poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please, don't shoot up the place! (why?) Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having my baby, baby Straight up, honey, really I'm asking Most of these ****ers think they be macking, but they be actin Who they attracting 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 that 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 2 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? (True) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the Jacuzzi, smoke L's while you do me I love it when you call me big poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me big poppa To the honies getting money playing ****ers like dummie I love it when you call me big poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please, don't shoot up the place! (why?) Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having my baby, baby (How you living, Biggie Smalls?) In mansions and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Chopping O's, smoking lye in Optimos A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However, living better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend Honey, check it— Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends ****, we can do this every weekend, aight Is that aight with you? Yeah… keep bangin' I love it when you call me big poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me big poppa To the honies getting money playing ****ers like dummie I love it when you call me big poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please, don't shoot up the place! (why?) Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having my baby, baby
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