[00:00.000] 作曲 : Yuri Bordoni
[00:12.827]Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the m*******a smoke
[00:18.052]Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
[00:21.197]Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
[00:24.065]The hooker layer, mother****er say your prayers
[00:28.201]Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
[00:32.343]Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
[00:35.216]Off her back, jab her if she act (uh-huh)
[00:37.564]Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
[00:41.139]I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
[00:44.309]The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
[00:48.292]Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
[00:51.670]Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
[00:54.863]Much style I should be down wit' the Stylistics
[00:57.200]Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
[00:57.201]Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
[01:04.453]Then **** your moms, hit the skins 'til amnesia
[01:07.614]She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
[01:11.000]Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the c***s! (Yeah)
[01:14.764]Suckin' on the tits! (Uh) had the hooker beggin' for the d**k
[01:18.578]And your moms ain't ugly love, my d**k got rock quick
[01:22.296]I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
[01:25.873]I was humpin' around and jumpin' around
[01:29.369]Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
[01:32.810]Then I bust in her E-Y-E (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)

作曲 : Yuri Bordoni
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the m*******a smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, mother****er say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act (uh-huh)
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit' the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then **** your moms, hit the skins 'til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the c***s! (Yeah)
Suckin' on the tits! (Uh) had the hooker beggin' for the d**k
And your moms ain't ugly love, my d**k got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humpin' around and jumpin' around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)