作词 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
作曲 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon
Don-Dadda, nigga
PoppaYou got ta, call me,
Francis M.
H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em",
Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin' where
I may beMay see me in
D.C. at Howard
Homecomin'
With my man
Capone, dumbin, niggas somethin'
You should know my steelo
Went from ten
G's for blow to thirty
G's a show
To orgies with hoes
I never seen befo'
So, Jesus, get off the
Notorious niggas before
I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit
I got more rides than
Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when
I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath or should
I let you die?
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically,
I'm wor*******pped, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publi*******n',
I punish 'em,
I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but niggas
Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to
Cairo, layin' with yo niggas
I know you prayin' you was rich, nigga
When I see ya
I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the
King of NY
**** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than
Johnson and
JohnsonTote steel like
Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin'
It's ill when
MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home,
Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recoupin', stupid
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
[00:06.503] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[00:14.552] This goes out to you
[00:17.152] This goes out to you
[00:19.835] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[00:23.903] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[00:26.485] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[00:29.339] Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
[00:31.872] It's that rap phenomenon
[00:33.040]Don-Dadda, nigga
[00:34.143] PoppaYou got ta, call me,
[00:35.992] Francis M.
[00:36.845] H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
[00:39.513] Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
[00:42.463]Keep extra clips for extra shit
[00:44.485] Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
[00:47.519] The mo shady, "Tell em",
[00:48.519] Frankie baby
[00:49.486] Ain't no tellin' where
[00:50.452] I may beMay see me in
[00:52.360] D.C. at Howard
[00:53.559] Homecomin'
[00:54.025] With my man
[00:54.943]Capone, dumbin, niggas somethin'
[00:56.526] You should know my steelo
[00:58.227] Went from ten
[00:59.078] G's for blow to thirty
[00:59.942] G's a show
[01:01.060] To orgies with hoes
[01:02.276] I never seen befo'
[01:03.577] So, Jesus, get off the
[01:05.351]Notorious niggas before
[01:07.730] I squeeze and bust
[01:08.996] If the beef between us, we can settle it
[01:11.164]With the chrome and metal shit
[01:12.316] I make it hot, like a kettle get
[01:14.152] You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
[01:16.749]You still pedal shit
[01:17.782] I got more rides than
[01:19.016] Great Adventure
[01:19.934] Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
[01:22.200] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:25.100] All you heard was
[01:25.850] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:27.801] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:30.483] All you heard was
[01:31.134] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:33.117] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:35.833] All you heard was
[01:36.466] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:38.450] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:41.167] All you heard was
[01:41.717] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:43.449] On ya mark, get set, when
[01:44.783] I spark, ya wet
[01:46.318] Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
[01:48.700] Should I start your breath or should
[01:50.450] I let you die?
[01:51.417] In fear you start to cry, ask why
[01:53.434] Lyrically,
[01:54.716] I'm wor*******pped, don't front the word sick
[01:56.823] You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[01:58.807]I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
[02:01.208] You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[02:04.490] Don't forget the publi*******n',
[02:06.290] I punish 'em,
[02:07.057] I'm done with them
[02:07.923] Son, I'm surprised you run with them
[02:09.857]I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but niggas
[02:12.991] Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[02:15.573] Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
[02:18.241] Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
[02:20.771] Take trips to
[02:21.422]Cairo, layin' with yo niggas
[02:22.672]I know you prayin' you was rich, nigga
[02:25.054] When I see ya
[02:26.271] I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:29.138] All you heard was
[02:29.787] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:31.770] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:34.455] All you heard was
[02:35.138] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:37.054] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:39.754] All you heard was
[02:40.422] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:42.422] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:45.038] All you heard was
[02:45.987] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:47.688] This goes out for those that choose to use
[02:50.189] Disrespectful views on the
[02:51.887] King of NY
[02:52.804]**** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[02:55.238]Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it
[02:58.554] Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
[03:00.771] Sold more powder than
[03:02.404] Johnson and
[03:03.255] JohnsonTote steel like
[03:04.521] Bronson, vigilante
[03:06.278] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[03:08.978] Ain't no other king in this rap thing
[03:11.162] They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
[03:13.028] One shot, they disappearin'
[03:14.694] It's ill when
[03:15.478]MC's used to be on cruddy shit
[03:17.112] Took home,
[03:17.778]Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
[03:19.811]Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[03:22.278] They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
[03:24.929] Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
[03:27.629] And you still recoupin', stupid
作词 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
作曲 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon
Don-Dadda, nigga
PoppaYou got ta, call me,
Francis M.
H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em",
Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin' where
I may beMay see me in
D.C. at Howard
Homecomin'
With my man
Capone, dumbin, niggas somethin'
You should know my steelo
Went from ten
G's for blow to thirty
G's a show
To orgies with hoes
I never seen befo'
So, Jesus, get off the
Notorious niggas before
I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit
I got more rides than
Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when
I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath or should
I let you die?
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically,
I'm wor*******pped, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publi*******n',
I punish 'em,
I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but niggas
Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to
Cairo, layin' with yo niggas
I know you prayin' you was rich, nigga
When I see ya
I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the
King of NY
**** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than
Johnson and
JohnsonTote steel like
Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin'
It's ill when
MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home,
Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recoupin', stupid
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Martin/Jalacy Hawkins/Notorious B.I.G.
[00:06.503] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[00:14.552] This goes out to you
[00:17.152] This goes out to you
[00:19.835] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[00:23.903] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[00:26.485] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[00:29.339] Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
[00:31.872] It's that rap phenomenon
[00:33.040]Don-Dadda, nigga
[00:34.143] PoppaYou got ta, call me,
[00:35.992] Francis M.
[00:36.845] H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
[00:39.513] Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
[00:42.463]Keep extra clips for extra shit
[00:44.485] Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
[00:47.519] The mo shady, "Tell em",
[00:48.519] Frankie baby
[00:49.486] Ain't no tellin' where
[00:50.452] I may beMay see me in
[00:52.360] D.C. at Howard
[00:53.559] Homecomin'
[00:54.025] With my man
[00:54.943]Capone, dumbin, niggas somethin'
[00:56.526] You should know my steelo
[00:58.227] Went from ten
[00:59.078] G's for blow to thirty
[00:59.942] G's a show
[01:01.060] To orgies with hoes
[01:02.276] I never seen befo'
[01:03.577] So, Jesus, get off the
[01:05.351]Notorious niggas before
[01:07.730] I squeeze and bust
[01:08.996] If the beef between us, we can settle it
[01:11.164]With the chrome and metal shit
[01:12.316] I make it hot, like a kettle get
[01:14.152] You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
[01:16.749]You still pedal shit
[01:17.782] I got more rides than
[01:19.016] Great Adventure
[01:19.934] Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
[01:22.200] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:25.100] All you heard was
[01:25.850] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:27.801] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:30.483] All you heard was
[01:31.134] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:33.117] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:35.833] All you heard was
[01:36.466] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:38.450] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[01:41.167] All you heard was
[01:41.717] Poppa don't hit me no more
[01:43.449] On ya mark, get set, when
[01:44.783] I spark, ya wet
[01:46.318] Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
[01:48.700] Should I start your breath or should
[01:50.450] I let you die?
[01:51.417] In fear you start to cry, ask why
[01:53.434] Lyrically,
[01:54.716] I'm wor*******pped, don't front the word sick
[01:56.823] You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[01:58.807]I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
[02:01.208] You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[02:04.490] Don't forget the publi*******n',
[02:06.290] I punish 'em,
[02:07.057] I'm done with them
[02:07.923] Son, I'm surprised you run with them
[02:09.857]I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but niggas
[02:12.991] Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[02:15.573] Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
[02:18.241] Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
[02:20.771] Take trips to
[02:21.422]Cairo, layin' with yo niggas
[02:22.672]I know you prayin' you was rich, nigga
[02:25.054] When I see ya
[02:26.271] I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:29.138] All you heard was
[02:29.787] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:31.770] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:34.455] All you heard was
[02:35.138] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:37.054] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:39.754] All you heard was
[02:40.422] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:42.422] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
[02:45.038] All you heard was
[02:45.987] Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:47.688] This goes out for those that choose to use
[02:50.189] Disrespectful views on the
[02:51.887] King of NY
[02:52.804]**** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[02:55.238]Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it
[02:58.554] Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
[03:00.771] Sold more powder than
[03:02.404] Johnson and
[03:03.255] JohnsonTote steel like
[03:04.521] Bronson, vigilante
[03:06.278] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[03:08.978] Ain't no other king in this rap thing
[03:11.162] They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
[03:13.028] One shot, they disappearin'
[03:14.694] It's ill when
[03:15.478]MC's used to be on cruddy shit
[03:17.112] Took home,
[03:17.778]Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
[03:19.811]Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[03:22.278] They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
[03:24.929] Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
[03:27.629] And you still recoupin', stupid