| Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
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| Ralph Tresvant
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| Biggie Smalls
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| Listen…
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| Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah
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| When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the thriller in Manila
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| Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
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| Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick
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| Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
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| I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
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| You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
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| I get swift with the lyrical gift
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| Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
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| Here we go, here we go, but I’m not Domino
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| I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
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| So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
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| I’m in thirteens, know what I mean
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| I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick
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| Mess around and go blind, don’t get to see shit
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| The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
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| Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby, I drop these
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| Boricua mommies screamin' «Ay papi!»
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| I love it when they call me Big Poppa
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| I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
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| Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
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| Fuck tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
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| For niggas gettin' mad cause they bitch chose me
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| A big black motherfucker with G ya see
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| All I do is separate the game from the truth
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| Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
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| Gettin' Physical like Olivia Newt
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| Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
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| So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
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| I’m guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
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| Even if your new man’s a certified mack
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| You’ll get that H-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back
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| What you wanna do?
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| I got that old thing back
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| What you wanna see?
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| Baby, sing relax and feel
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| What you be, where you are
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| You wouldn’t start
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| Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back
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| Like B I Double G I E
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| With some new R-U-L-E
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| Notorious known for bustin' in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
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| Bitches know they love to hate me
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| I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
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| How close we came to coming together is crazy
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| How come you and your sis make similar faces
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| When I come you be cryin' like I’m killin' ya bitches
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| Knows when picture in the camera rollin
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| Cause I only be knowin' how the shit’s unfolded
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| Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
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| Got a reload, like every so often
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| You sayin' I got my swagger back
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| I’m lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
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| It’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
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| They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
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| Shit…
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| What you wanna do?
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| I got that old thing back
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| What you wanna see?
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| Baby, sing relax and feel
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| What you be, where you are
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| You wouldn’t start
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| Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
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| Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me
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| She mad because what we had didn’t last
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| I’m glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
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| Fuck the past let’s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
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| The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
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| Another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
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| I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot
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| But lickin' clits had to stop
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| Cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
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| Peep the funk flow, really though
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| I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
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| So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
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| I mean the spandex and hit my man next
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| Sex gettin' rougher when it come to the nut buster
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| Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
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| I don’t chase em, I replace em
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| And if I’m caressin' em, I’m undressin' em
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| Fuck whatcha heard who’s the best in New York
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| Fulfillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke
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| Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
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| And when I’m done I got to split shit
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| Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin' for an intermission
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| Fuck the kissin', lickin' down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin'
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| They don’t call me B.I.G. |
| for nuttin, all of a sudden
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| What you wanna do?
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| I got that old thing back
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| What you wanna see?
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| Baby, sing relax and feel
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| What you be, where you are
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| You wouldn’t start
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| Biggie Smalls
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| P. Diddy y’all
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| Bad Boy for life
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| Once again going to the top baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Want That Old Thing Back , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп