The Notorious B I G - Gimme The Loot (Lyrics)

The Notorious B I G  - Gimme The Loot (Lyrics)

The Notorious B I G - Gimme The Loot Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows, close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah. Verse One: 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 paper at? Verse Two: 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 strangled 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 Verse Three: 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

Lil' Kim - Dreams

Lil' Kim - Dreams

Lil' Kim - Dreams Hard Core (1996) Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they Make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think You ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and Grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin I be doin groups Like Troup body rockin H-Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face Can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat He be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I Want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all Over ya nuts like [Chorus:] Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (dreams of fucking and R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position To go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da Fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather Go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and If ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the Harlem Boys Choir. [Repeat Chorus] I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this Pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a High five. [Repeat Chorus] You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a Pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im Icin Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory [Repeat chorus til fades]

Lil' Kim - She Don't Love You

Lil' Kim - She Don't Love You

Lil' Kim - She Don't Love You The Notorious K.I.M (2000) Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have sex high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? [1] Bet you she don't fuck you Like you know I fuck you And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know Cause everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me I get my hands on 'em He puttin' wedding bands on 'em [Repeat 1] I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you No, baby [Repeat 1 to fade]

Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Diamonds (feat Bun B & MJG)

Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Diamonds (feat Bun B & MJG)

Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Diamonds (feat Bun B & MJG) Kings of Crunk (2002)

The Notorious B. I. G. feat T I & Slim Thug - Biggie Duets The Final Chapter - Breaking Old Habits

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Popof - Alcoolic (Noir Edit) [Full]

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Popof - Alcoolic (Noir Edit)

The Notorious B.I.G (ft Method Man) - The What (HQ)

The Notorious B.I.G (ft Method Man) - The What (HQ)

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Lisa Lashes - More Beef

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Nate Dogg - I Need Me A Bitch

Nate Dogg - I Need Me A Bitch

R.I.P. Nate Dogg Nate Dogg - I Need Me A Bitch He had the magic touch I need me a bitch, with some big old thighs I need me a fine ass mothafuckin' bitch with some pretty ass eyes I need me a bitch, like I need some cash I need me a bitch so I can floss that hoe and make my ex mad I need me a bitch, ain't no need to lie I need me a bitch so when I do some dirt she be my alibi I need me a bitch, like I need a 6-4 I need me a bitch that'll shine my rims up and open my door I need me a bitch, who is all of that I need me a bitch 'cause I'm a fly ass mothafuckin' nigga who was born to mac I need me a bitch, like neva before I need me a bitch and I couldn't care less if the bitch is yours I need me a bitch I gotta fuck wit cheeks, got a house up on the beach Everyweek she call me just to beat up the peach 'Til she reach a climax, scratches on my back Hit it from the back, baby told me she like that Infact, you the first one to make it feel right I knew she wasn't lyin', knew the cat was real tight And afta tonight, you gone remember me Armed Robbery, put my love up there where your liver be (Haha) I told her never speak on me (Damn) 'Less ya want your burnt out friends ta creep wit' me, go ta sleep wit me I hit her frequently, take them women off the chain Can duck game, eva see the bitches run the train (Uh-uh) It ain't the same (Uh-uh), afta I knock it out the frame You wonder why just now ya start gettin' brain I knock 'em out, pull chickens wit'out a doubt, fo' clout Ask Nate Dizzal what I'm all about I need me a bitch (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh) I need me a bitch (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh) I need me a bitch, who ain't hard ta please I need me a fine ass mothafuckin' bitch with some sored up knees I need me a bitch, who ain't scared ta flirt I need me a bitch in the middle of the grocery store she'll lift up her skirt I need me a bitch, like I need my crew I need me a bitch to pass on to my boys soon as I get through I need me a bitch, this I can't deny (I can't deny) I need me a bitch I love when she wallin' out 'cause she still look fly (Fly) I need me a bitch, and a Coup Deville I need me a bitch a car with a big back seat so I can make her squeal I need me a bitch, like I need a drink Bitch who can hold her breathe real good, its either swim or sink Bitch I, I, I, I need a bitch I, I, I, I need a bitch I, I, I, I need a bitch I, I, I, I need a bitch

Berk Erden - Clap Ya Hands (Clubzound Remix)

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