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cookin' soul - come on ! كلمات الأغنية

[intro: the notorious b.i.g]
the n_gga was motherf_ckin hyped up (right?)
the n_gga just grabbed the n_gga, snuffed the n_gga
and it was on from there
the motherf_cker there wasn’t nuttin stoppin him
(what what did the rest of his n_ggas do?)
man the motherf_ckers was just ready for anything
them n_ggas was packin burners
them n_ggas was ready to fight (oh sh_t)
whatever we had to do holmes (uh huh)
n_ggas was on the real flipmo’ holmes (uh huh)
it was just comin out like a motherf_cker (right)
the n_gga amped be like come on
come on motherf_cker!!!

[hook]
come on, motherf_ckеrs, come on
come on, motherf_ckеrs, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on

[verse 1: notorious b.i.g.]
i got seven mac_11’s, about eight .38’s
nine 9’s, ten mac_10’s the sh_ts never end
you can’t touch my riches
even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b_tches
biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
the two weed spots, the two hot glocks
huh, that’s how i got the weed spot
i shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
lil’ gotti got the shotty to your body
so don’t resist or you might miss christmas
i tote guns, i make number runs
i give mcs the runs dripping
when i throw my clip in the ak, i slay from far away
everybody hit the d_e_c_k
my slow flows remarkable, peace to matteo
now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the yayo
that’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
oh my god i’m dropping sh_t like a pigeon
i hope you’re listening, smacking babies at they christening
so you better grab your pistol
’cause if you sit still, i’m gonna make your f_cking sh_t spill
and i’m talking ’bout buckets, why did i have to do it?
sadat said f_ck it, you got a gun, n_gga bust it
’cause i got mo’ shots to pop ya
big poppa, breaking you off something proper
signing off is the hardcore rap singer
aka crack slinger, bring it any time n_gga
[hook]
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on

[verse 2: notorious b.i.g.]
well, why not blow up the spot with sadat?
release the brainstorm to make your motherf_cking brain warm
a strange form, something kind of lyrical
biggie the b_st_rd, sadat’s kind of spiritual
well, in god we trust, guns i bust
got that disgusting, sewer_style dumping
and, uh, do you know where you’re going to?
do you like the things that i bring?
make an mc wanna sing for a living
take the beatdown we f_cking giving
c’mon, motherf_cker!

[hook]
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on
come on, motherf_ckers, come on

- cookin soul

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