Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ultimate Rush , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Release date: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ultimate Rush |
| It goes B to the I to the G so proper |
| Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out) |
| Call us chief knockers |
| Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja |
| Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you’re drugs baby |
| Don’t you know I’m the ultimate? |
| To get this nookie, be fortunate |
| Just like tastin pussy with pork in it People stop when I’m walkin in, I’m twist-in twistin 'em |
| Back on ten, I’m talkin 'bout like when Mase come back again |
| My ski’s is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin |
| I’m mackin yo slackin, reaction makes ya’ll dicks grin |
| I’m mo’better than gold diggers with figures |
| Mo’bigger than Jigga’s and even Paris Hilton’s |
| Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines, me one, give you none |
| Sent am-ilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, get high baby |
| Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines, me one, give you none |
| Sent am-ilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, the drugs baby |
| (w/ Biggie ad-libs) |
| Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with 'em |
| Hit 'em and forget 'em and go handle my business |
| I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin all the time |
| Yo ex girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime nigga |
| ?? |
| with you, all you wanna do is lay around |
| And stay around and get mad when I play around |
| I like to lay never work, put your money in my purse |
| To the mall, I go search matchin shoes for my skirt |
| 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 |
| Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin mens |
| And spendin dividends, blowin like the wind |
| (w/ Biggie ad-libs) |
| So I guess you think I’m slippin cause I ain’t flippin |
| Baby, I’m Big Poppa, ain’t no need to be trippin |
| I ain’t trippin nor flippin, I’m just liquor sippin |
| At the bar, tippin wit your money, can you pay the difference? |
| It seems like it’s a waiste of time, that’s why I wrote the rhyme |
| I hear you jump in every car, except for mines |
| Nigga, I don’t jump in cars, I’m a super star |
| Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall |
| All I do all day is drink Tanqueray |
| Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face |
| Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features |
| My waste, my physique, me don’t want freak-a-leek |
| Should I whine and dine? |
| You put ring on your fingers |
| While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers |
| Sex will never linger, hold up, put up the blinkers |
| I flow just like sprinklers, give yo ass the middle finger |
| 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 |
| (w/ Missy ad-libs) |