Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gimme the Loot, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Music Inspired By Biggie: I Got A Story To Tell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Gimme the Loot |
Yeah. |
Motherfuckers 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? |
Motherfucking 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 fucking 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 |
Nigga, you ain’t got to explain shit |
I’ve been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships |
with the same clip and the same four-five |
Two point-blank, a motherfucker’s sure to die |
That’s my word, nigga even try to bogart |
have his mother singing It’s so hard… |
Yes, love love you’re fucking attitude |
because the nigga play pussy that’s the nigga 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 bitches too |
up the herring bones and bamboos |
I wouldn’t give fuck if you’re pregnant |
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant |
I’m slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real |
When it’s time to eat a meal I rob and steal |
'cos Mom Duke ain’t giving me shit |
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter |
Huh, word to mother, I’m dangerous |
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust |
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps |
I’m all that and a dime sack, where the payback? |
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up and I’m shooting niggaz 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 shits is persistent |
Huh, goodness gracious the papers |
Where the cash at? |
Where the stash at? |
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug |
from the main thug, .357 slug |
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip |
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip |
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel |
before you find out how blue steel feel |
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater |
The money getter motherfuckers don’t have better |
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches |
I’m digging in pockets, motherfuckers can’t stop it Man, niggaz come through I’m taking high school rings too |
Bitches get stripped down 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 bitch he can get robbed too |
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? |
I hope apologetic or I’m a have to set it and if I set it the cocksucker won’t forget it Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet |
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep |
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M |
and if he start to scream bam! |
bam!, have a nice dream |
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block |
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot |
(Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, fool |
They ain’t gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts |
(So why the fuck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken |
I just came home, ain’t trying to see Central Booking |
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face |
You better haul ass 'cos I ain’t with no fucking chase |
So lace up your boots, 'cos I’m about to shoot |
A true motherfucker going out for the loot |