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Notorious B. I. G.

I Got A Story To Tell

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Текст песни Notorious B. I. G. - I Got A Story To Tell

Notorious B. I. G. - I Got A Story To Tell слова песни

Who y`all talkin to man?UhhCheck it out, check it outThis here goes outto all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitchesin other niggaz cribsthinkin shit is sweetNigga creep up on your ass, hahahaLive niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for yaEven left all my motherfuckin hoes for yaNiggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture thatWith a Kodak, Insta-ma-takWe don`t get down like that, lay my game down quite flatSweetness, where you parked at?Petiteness but that ass fatShe got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I`m fuck witchuThe bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yoTry to hit if she trippin dissapearin like ArsenioYo, the bitch push a double-ohwith the five in front, probably a connivin stuntY`all drive in front, I`m a peel with herFind a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?Then we all get lacedTelevision`s, Versacci heaven, when I`m up in emThe shit she kicked, all the shit`s legitShe get dick from a player off the New York KnicksNigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plushShe`s stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rushWe fucked in his bed, quite dangerousI`m in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah JazzMy 112, CD blast, I was pastShe came twice I came last, roll the grassShe giggle, say I don`t smoke it on homegrownThen I heard her moan, honey I`m homeYep, tote chrome for situations like thisI`m up in his broad I know he won`t like thisNow I`m like bitch you better talk to himBefore this fist put a spark to himFuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through himLose a major part to him, arm, legShe beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closerGettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhhBefore my eyes could blinkShe screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"He go back downstairs more time to thinkHer brain racin, she`s tellin me to stay patientShe don`t know I`m, cool as a fanGat in hand, I don`t wanna blast her manBut I can and I will doe, I probably chill doeEven though situation lookin kinda ill yoIt came to me like a song I wroteTold the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and ropeGot dressed quick, tied the scarf around my faceRoped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcasePlay the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shitFlash the heat on em, he stood emotionlessDropped the glass screamin, "Don`t blast here`s the stash,a hundred cash just don`t shoot my ass, please!"Nigga pullin mad G`s out the floorPut stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the doorGrab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cellBring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh... Yo man, y`all niggaz ain`t gonna believe what the fuck happened to me.Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I`m up inthis bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit,I`m up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don`t know.Anyway I`m up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I`m up in the pussy,whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some,must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he`s in thespot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget Ihad my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the niggacomes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook shesends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettinmad nervous, I said fuck that man! I`m the nigga, you know how we do itnigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face,gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up inthe spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked likethe nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckitthis nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin memad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz!Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain`t know that! Hahaha.You wouldn`t know that shit. Really though.) I threw all thatmotherfuckin money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I`m gone!(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y`all gotsome lye? *conversation fades out*

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