作词 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
作曲 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Uhh, check it out, check it out
This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
In other n1ggas cribs
Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live n1ggas respect it—check it
I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
We don't get down like that
Lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
I'm ****ing with you
The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
Before this fifth put a spark to him
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
Primis Player Placeholder
Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
I'm up in the spot, so. I don't know, I don't know. One of them six-five n1ggas,
I don't know. Anyway, I'm up in the mother****in' spot.
So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot.
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
You know how we do.
So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
Soon this n1gga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.
Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
(I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
[00:00.03] 作曲 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
[00:00.06][Intro]
[00:00.27]Who y'all talkin' to, man?
[00:05.19]Uhh, check it out, check it out
[00:07.50]This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
[00:08.67]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
[00:12.96]In other n1ggas cribs
[00:15.60]Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
[00:17.19]Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:18.78]Live n1ggas respect it—check it
[00:22.20][Verse]
[00:22.56]I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
[00:25.56]Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
[00:28.41]n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
[00:29.82]n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
[00:32.52]We don't get down like that
[00:33.78]Lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.67]Sweetness, where you parked at?
[00:37.47]Petiteness, but that ass fat
[00:39.39]She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
[00:41.97]I'm ****ing with you
[00:42.90]The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
[00:45.87]Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
[00:48.90]Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
[00:50.73]With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
[00:53.49]Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
[00:55.74]Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
[00:59.25]Then we all get laced
[01:00.66]Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
[01:03.36]The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.58]She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.58]N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.89]She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
[01:13.53]We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.90]I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
[01:18.60]My 112, CD blast, I was past
[01:21.33]She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.97]She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
[01:26.55]Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
[01:28.77]Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.44]I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
[01:33.99]Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
[01:36.27]Before this fifth put a spark to him
[01:37.59]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.70]Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
[01:44.22]She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
[01:46.77]Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
[01:50.16]Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.54]She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
[01:54.24]He go back downstairs, more time to think
[01:56.88]Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
[01:59.85]She don't know I'm cool as a fan
[02:01.86]Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.38]But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
[02:07.32]Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
[02:10.05]It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:12.06]Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
[02:14.64]Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:17.13]Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
[02:19.74]Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
[02:22.53]Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:25.17]Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
[02:27.63]A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
[02:30.87]N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
[02:32.55]Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.04]Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.59]"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
[02:39.69]Primis Player Placeholder
[02:40.32]Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
[02:45.96]Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
[02:51.75]I'm up in the spot, so. I don't know, I don't know. One of them six-five n1ggas,
[02:56.88]I don't know. Anyway, I'm up in the mother****in' spot.
[02:59.40]So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
[03:02.10]I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot.
[03:08.64]Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
[03:17.82]You know how we do.
[03:18.18]So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
[03:28.47]She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
[03:37.50]Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
[03:39.45]Soon this n1gga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.
[03:46.29]Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
[03:52.14]This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
[03:59.10](I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
[04:07.95]You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
[04:11.01]I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
[04:26.73]Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out]
作词 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
作曲 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Uhh, check it out, check it out
This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
In other n1ggas cribs
Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live n1ggas respect it—check it
I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
We don't get down like that
Lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness, but that ass fat
She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
I'm ****ing with you
The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
Before this fifth put a spark to him
I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
He go back downstairs, more time to think
Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
Primis Player Placeholder
Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
I'm up in the spot, so. I don't know, I don't know. One of them six-five n1ggas,
I don't know. Anyway, I'm up in the mother****in' spot.
So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot.
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
You know how we do.
So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
Soon this n1gga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.
Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
(I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
[00:00.03] 作曲 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs
[00:00.06][Intro]
[00:00.27]Who y'all talkin' to, man?
[00:05.19]Uhh, check it out, check it out
[00:07.50]This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas
[00:08.67]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+That be ****in' mad bitches
[00:12.96]In other n1ggas cribs
[00:15.60]Thinkin' sh1t is sweet
[00:17.19]Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
[00:18.78]Live n1ggas respect it—check it
[00:22.20][Verse]
[00:22.56]I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
[00:25.56]Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya
[00:28.41]n1ggas think Frankie pvssy-whipped
[00:29.82]n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac
[00:32.52]We don't get down like that
[00:33.78]Lay my game down quite flat
[00:35.67]Sweetness, where you parked at?
[00:37.47]Petiteness, but that ass fat
[00:39.39]She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that
[00:41.97]I'm ****ing with you
[00:42.90]The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo
[00:45.87]Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
[00:48.90]Yo, the nigga push a double-oh
[00:50.73]With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
[00:53.49]Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
[00:55.74]Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
[00:59.25]Then we all get laced
[01:00.66]Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
[01:03.36]The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
[01:05.58]She get ****ed from a player off the New York Knicks
[01:08.58]N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
[01:10.89]She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
[01:13.53]We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
[01:15.90]I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
[01:18.60]My 112, CD blast, I was past
[01:21.33]She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
[01:23.97]She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown"
[01:26.55]Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
[01:28.77]Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
[01:31.44]I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
[01:33.99]Now I'm like, "bitch, you better talk to him"
[01:36.27]Before this fifth put a spark to him
[01:37.59]I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+I Got A Story To Tell+Life After Death+**** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
[01:41.70]Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
[01:44.22]She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
[01:46.77]Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh
[01:50.16]Before my eyes could blink
[01:51.54]She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
[01:54.24]He go back downstairs, more time to think
[01:56.88]Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
[01:59.85]She don't know I'm cool as a fan
[02:01.86]Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
[02:04.38]But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though
[02:07.32]Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
[02:10.05]It came to me like a song I wrote
[02:12.06]Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
[02:14.64]Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
[02:17.13]Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
[02:19.74]Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t
[02:22.53]Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
[02:25.17]Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
[02:27.63]A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
[02:30.87]N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor
[02:32.55]Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
[02:35.04]Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
[02:37.59]"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh...
[02:39.69]Primis Player Placeholder
[02:40.32]Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
[02:45.96]Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit.
[02:51.75]I'm up in the spot, so. I don't know, I don't know. One of them six-five n1ggas,
[02:56.88]I don't know. Anyway, I'm up in the mother****in' spot.
[02:59.40]So boom I'm up in the pvssy, whatever whatever.
[03:02.10]I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot.
[03:08.64]Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always.
[03:17.82]You know how we do.
[03:18.18]So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit.
[03:28.47]She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face.
[03:37.50]Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack.
[03:39.45]Soon this n1gga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.
[03:46.29]Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it.
[03:52.14]This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers.
[03:59.10](I told you that bitch was a sheisty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that!
[04:07.95]You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.)
[04:11.01]I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
[04:26.73]Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out]