Текст песни Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard f Notorious B.I. - Think Big 12"
Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard f Notorious B.I. - Think Big 12" слова песни
[Notorious B.I.G.Yeah, yeah This could be something bigUh, this could be something bigBig Poppa throwing niggas off a cliffSmokin a spliffDisappear wit my bitchin a Mitsubi EclipseRead my lips "I kill you"Blood will spill you Did I say thank you?I grant you three wishes Cause I be the genieNiggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikiniRead between the lines see what I seeI see the diary of a sick bastardJunior Mafia blastaRuggas on the hipsBought coke to flip chicksBought slugs to fill clipsFlippin cokes in corner stores bodegaIn the back room playin` Sega"Street Fighter 2" I`m invitin` you Bring your writin crewand they dopest rhymesI hit up in that ass everytimeLyrically I`m untouchable,uncrushableGettin` mad blunted in the six hundredBenz ask your friends, "Who`s The Illest?"Lickin shots niggas screamin "Bigge Smalls tried to kill us!" Chorus: Lord TariqYou think big you get big, champagne and MoetYou can party `til you sweat, the money`s yours to get Cash in abundance, takin stacks in the hundredsOne thousand for gators, head stares for the traitors [Pudgee]What?I be the slang slanga Body boom here come the banga Your mother should have took you out with a FUCKEN hangaWord up what`s the mother fucken deal nigga?Fuck All!You can call me Johnny Real niggaTo all MCs that envy this tryin`Never me and you take it easy like mad lionIf you mess with me Your family will be missin` you like we miss EMPDBut if you don`t believe me you can come see me thoughAnd your show will be over just like ArsenioI come a call in you niggas be stallin` I got the unblievable like my nigga Smalls inRealease date man I can`t waitThe ass gettin` cash like a New York nigga out of stateTo the ladies don`t waste your timeOnly sixty nine ?? I do with star sixty nineGive you drama like 2pac So you gots to gimme glocks for funPuttin them "On the Run" like Kool G. RapLike Michael Jackson, "Off the Wall" for y`allI make your people forget youlike R. Kelly did to Aaron Hill [Lord Tariq]In god we trust in hoes we lust In clothes in cashAnd cars a mustYo I`m the eighty six survior So bear witness to my ??Only play with my teamTwo hundred thousand in my dreamBitches love this curley headed friendFar from a ??Draw my nigga and I squeeza for G`s Quicker than a serd I got styles from the Bronx And Harlem runner upYou think big you get big FUCK a cutYo fuck beepersFuck hustling for sneakersAnd car speakersGive me ????To transform his drug paperBustlin` money dead kidI want Arab and Jew paperAnd now I`m the sheet The Lord TariqSo let the ressurected willies speakCause I`d rather die before my feetMy dress code explode