Puff:
I want a remix again, come on,
I think want a remix again,
Biggy:
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Representin' all the freaky bitches.
FUCK'em all day and FUCK'em all night
We don't love these hoes.
Puff:
I want a remix again, come on,
I think want a remix again, badboy
Biggy:
You heard me
Puff:
B.I.G. the greatest
Biggy:
Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
then take her to the crib unless they boning
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
if they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
Mad She split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do to me"
She starts, "Well but I don't usually"
then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
[chorus]
Micheal Jackson:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Biggy:
I remember we
went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Symone
Screamin, she feenin, for the semen
Me bein, the man that I am
Took it to her condo, pronto
Half indian, called her Tonto
Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto
Few buzz, I got load
and off to the bedroom we go (mmmmmm)
Sex is drama, head to trauma
Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow
Satisfyin all my needs twice
With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
Ask thee, leave it up to me
Lay her on back ever so gently
She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up
Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's DeGenero
Dripped out, iceberg Capero
[chorus]
Micheal Jackson:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Biggy:
Intro goes without speaking
call me Cease cause I keep em,
we can go freaking
all weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex
keeps folding? Unnh
To all you bitches wanna fuck with me
Freakin you bitches like Jodeci
If I was dead broke you wouldn't notice me
So I think, Big, this is how it's supposed to be
To all you bitches wanna fuck with me
Freakin you bitches like Jodeci
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