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notorious b i g - kick in the door كلمات الأغنية

welcome back. -audience applauds-
we’re here on bad boy television, and i’m trevin jones
and i’ve been conversing with the mad rapper.
and quite frankly — he’s very mad.
we’re gonna try to find out why; so we’ll take some questions
at this point from our studio audience.
yes ma’am, please stand and state your name, and where you’re from.

hi, my name is shay, and i’m from new roch-lle
and, i just don’t understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)
like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo)

you wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can’t
be askin me no question knowhati’msayin who the f-ck is you?
(ahh, excuse me, mr. rapper, mr. rapper.) youknowhati’msayin?
you can’t be askin me no question (it’s a family oriented show.)
i’ma tell you why i’m mad, youknowhati’msayin? i’ma tell you why
i’m mad. i’ma tell you why i’m mad. these n-gg-z is makin five
hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? they drivin around in
hot cars, yunusayin? they got b-tches, they got all that sh-t.
(sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)
youknowhati’msayin? i’m still livin with my moms, youknowhati’msayin?
that’s my word. yunusayin? i’m makin records i ain’t made no money
yet i done made this is my fourth alb-m yo, this my fourth alb-m.
i ain’t made a dime yet. this n-gg- made one alb-m, he makin wild
records. that ready to die sh-t, it was aight, it was aight,
yunumsayin, that sh-t was aight, it was cool. but my sh-t is
more john blaze than that! i got john blaze sh-t. and they not
recognizing, they not sayin i recognize. and f-ck is that, who
is you to be askin me questions, youknowhati’msayin? who is you?
-mad rapper fades out-

[cut and scratched “i gots to talk. i gotta tell what i feel.
i gotta talk about my life as i see it!”]

intro: repeat 2x (‘biggie’ repeats every line of beat)

this goes out to you
this goes out to you, and you, and you, and you

verse one:

your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
as i crush so-called w-ll–s, thugs, and rapper-dons
get in that -ss, quick fast, like ramadan
its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, f-ck poppa
you got ta, call me, francis m.h. white
in tank-light totes, tote iron
was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
keep extra clips for extra sh-t
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 be
may see me in d.c. at howard homecomin
with my man capone, dumbin, f-ckin 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
p-n-s, before i squeeze and bust
if the beef between us, we can settle it
with the chrome and metal sh-t
i make it hot, like a kettle get
you’re delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
you still pedal sh-t, i got more rides than great adventure
biggie, “how are you gonna do it?”

chorus: repeat 4x

kick in the door, wavin the four-four
all you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more

verse two:

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 should i let you die
in fear you start to cry, ask why
lyrically, i’m worser, don’t front the word sick
you cursed it, but rehe-rs-d it
i drop unexpectedly like bird sh-t
you herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
don’t forget the publishin, i punish em, i’m done with them
son, i’m surprised you run with them
i think they got c-m in them, cause they, nothin but d-cks
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 b-tch
i know you prayin you was rich, f-ckin pr-ck
when i see ya i’ma

chorus

verse three:

this goes out for those that choose to use
disrespectful views on the king of ny
f-ck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
now ya braille’n it, stash that light sh-t, or scalin it
conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
sold more powder than johnson and johnson
tote steel like bronson, vigilante
you wanna get on son, you need to ask me
ain’t no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings, nothing but my chil’ren
one shot, they disappearin
its i’ll when, mc’s used to be on cruddy sh-t
took home, ready to die, listened, studied sh-t
now they on some money sh-t, 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 -echoes-

- notorious b i g

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