Lyrics: Jermaine Dupri/The Notorious B.I.G. aka "Biggie Smalls"/Da Brat/Raymond Calhoun
Music: Jermaine Dupri/The Notorious B.I.G. aka "Biggie Smalls"/Da Brat/Raymond Calhoun
B side, B side, ha check it, So So Def
Bad Boy collaboration, the Notorious B.I.G. in the house
We got Da Brat in the house and me
Y'all know who I be, check it
I got that *************t all you *************s just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
****** around and made some *************t you can't ************* with
They thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the B.I.G. and my new-found friend
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
*************s wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls
Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable
Flow to make you mother*******s know
Ain't an MC coming close to touch
******* I like to *************, guns I like to bust, so
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
I never knew, *************s had a clue on who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my niggas just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
*************, pass that *************t like you just don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
*************, no human being, Korean or European
Be seein' what B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, niggas close your eyes
'Cause you already see the Notorious B R A T
The raw combination, the destination
Number one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you ************* with her you got to ************* with me
And we'll be rapping at your mother******' eulogy, so
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak
I got the funk in my pocket, *************t stay locked down
The ************* you know who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nothin' but truth in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit So So Def
And told the ************* JD I was the one, ************* the rest
We funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need and I take everything you ever wanted
*************, we comin' mass, his pimpin' ass
His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is bar-bayed
Parkade, B to the R A T
Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you mother*******s just what you want
Lay back, listen to the B side, slide, glide
Do whatever you want, get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago, wherever you wanna go