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All you hoes, calling here for my daddy, get off his dick
Like that mommy?
Hi Daddy, how you doin'?
This is Tyiest
I was thinking about you last night, mmm
You acting like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all that
What, you tryna tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real fucked up what you did
I hooked you up wit my girl and shit you fucked her eight times
You see her you don't say shit to her, ya know what I'm sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' 'bout you
"Why the fuck Big don't want me?"
Yo Big, this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you and Shana in the mall
And I know you ain't fuckin' her
You fucked with me last night
That's my best friend and we don't get down like that
Yeah muthafucka, this is Stephanie
I was waiting outside for your ass
For like a fuckin' hour, I don't know what's goin' on
Muthafuckas tryna rob me, you be dissapearin' and shit
I'm waitin' in the cold, what the fuck is going on?
When you get in give me a fuckin' call, alright?
When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga, the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the EP along by James Todd
Smith, I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So, recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I wear thirteens, know what I mean?
I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby I drop these
Boricua mommies screamin' "Aai Papi!"
I love it when they call me Big poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper
Look, I gotcha
Caught up with the drunk flow, fuck tae kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo'
For niggaz gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherfucker with G, ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical, like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that h-town in ya
You'll want that old thing back
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know?
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know?
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know?
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick?
Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past, let's dwell on the five hundred
SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim, with Benjamins
Another hun's in the crib, please, send her in
I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot
But lickin' clits had to stop
'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis
Ya never seen this, stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
I don't chase em, I replace em
And if I'm caressin' em, I'm undressin' 'em
Fuck whatcha heard, who's the best in New York
For filling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke?
Or tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done I got to split, shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin'
For an intermission, fuck the kissin'
Llickin' down to your belly button I ain't frontin'
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin', all of a sudden
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Ohh, Biggie, gimme one more chance