| It goes B to the I to the G so proper
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| Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out)
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| Call us chief knockers
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| Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
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| Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you’re drugs baby
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| Don’t you know I’m the ultimate? |
| To get this nookie, be fortunate
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| Just like tastin pussy with pork in it People stop when I’m walkin in, I’m twist-in twistin 'em
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| Back on ten, I’m talkin 'bout like when Mase come back again
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| My ski’s is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin
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| I’m mackin yo slackin, reaction makes ya’ll dicks grin
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| I’m mo’better than gold diggers with figures
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| Mo’bigger than Jigga’s and even Paris Hilton’s
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| Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines, me one, give you none
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| Sent am-ilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, get high baby
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| Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines, me one, give you none
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| Sent am-ilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, the drugs baby
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| (w/ Biggie ad-libs)
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| Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with 'em
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| Hit 'em and forget 'em and go handle my business
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| I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin all the time
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| Yo ex girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime nigga
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| ?? |
| with you, all you wanna do is lay around
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| And stay around and get mad when I play around
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| I like to lay never work, put your money in my purse
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| To the mall, I go search matchin shoes for my skirt
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| Tuesday I saw you on the zee, but you still wanna get wit me Wednesday is the Benz day, that’s what your friends say
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| Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin mens
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| And spendin dividends, blowin like the wind
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| (w/ Biggie ad-libs)
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| So I guess you think I’m slippin cause I ain’t flippin
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| Baby, I’m Big Poppa, ain’t no need to be trippin
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| I ain’t trippin nor flippin, I’m just liquor sippin
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| At the bar, tippin wit your money, can you pay the difference?
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| It seems like it’s a waiste of time, that’s why I wrote the rhyme
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| I hear you jump in every car, except for mines
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| Nigga, I don’t jump in cars, I’m a super star
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| Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall
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| All I do all day is drink Tanqueray
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| Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face
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| Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features
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| My waste, my physique, me don’t want freak-a-leek
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| Should I whine and dine? |
| You put ring on your fingers
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| While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers
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| Sex will never linger, hold up, put up the blinkers
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| I flow just like sprinklers, give yo ass the middle finger
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| You better slow your role baby, you ain’t got enough dough to pay me You know the pin number, just page me when you will baby
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| (w/ Missy ad-libs) |