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Notorious B.i.g. – Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Biggie Smalls
Listen…

[Singing:]
Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I’m not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I’m in thirteens, know what I mean
I f**k around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don’t get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
Skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin “Ay papi!”
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
f**k tae kwon do, I tote da fo’-fo’
For niggaz gettin mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherf**ker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I’m guaranteed to f**k her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man’s a certified mack
You’ll get that H-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back

[Chorus:]
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn’t start

[Ja Rule:]
Bitches screamin they want That old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
Wit some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known to bustin in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
How close we came to come the ghetto is crazy
How come you ain’t, ?? semi your faces
When I come you be cryin like I’m killin ya bitches
Knows when picture in the camera rollin
Cause I only be knowin how the shit’s unfolded
Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
Got a reload, like every so often
You sayin I got my swagger back
I’m lookin like bitch, my swagger never left
It’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
Shit…

[Chorus]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn’t last
I’m glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
f**k the past let’s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
I f**k nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherf**ker
I don’t chase em, I replace em
and if I’m caressin em, I’m undressin em
f**k whatcha heard who’s the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I’m done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
f**k the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin
They don’t call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Biggie Smalls
P. Diddy y’all
Bad Boy for life
Once again going to the top baby

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Watch French Montana & Chinx “Whisky Eyes” Video

French Montana honors honors his late comrade Chinx in a major way by including him on his new album Jungle Rules.

After dropping the album last week, the Bad Boy rapper serves up the video for his The Weeknd-assisted single “A Lie.” Now we have the video for the single “Whisky eyes” featuring Chinx. The cut saw Drake and Chinx son making a cameo. “My ni**a Chinx son became my own son… / The block where I’m from, you need your own gun,” Montana raps.

The video, which was shot in New York, saw a painter doing a black-and-white portrait of Chinx. Towards the end of the music, French Montana and Chinx son sits next to the painting while reflecting on his memories. This will be a sad video for all those Coke Boys fans. An interesting side note, the video was shot on Chinx’s son birthday and Drake came through with lots of gifts and stacks of cash.

Me and the family, and my brother @champagnepapi had Lil chinx litttt last night lol He went to school with a Red Bull this morning ? #happybirthdaynugget #foreverchinx

A post shared by French Montana (@frenchmontana) on Jun 28, 2017 at 6:50am PDT

#drake gave #chinx son $1000 for his bday

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jun 28, 2017 at 2:32pm PDT

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Stand up – Yung Booke feat. Nick Grant lyrics

Lyrics Yung Booke – Stand up

Posted up right in the trenches
The OG was teaching, I listened
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho .. caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got old scars all on my back from being backstabbed so f*ck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended.(stand up)

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
f*ck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that s**t back to your block
You a f*ckin’ sell out nigga.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred ..
I got your main b***h at home on my other line
f*ck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
f*ck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, versuri-lyrics.info
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on cameraaa.
Yung Booke lyrics
Video up

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Vic Mensa – Heathens Freestyle

[Hook: Tyler Joseph]
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for hem to ask you who you know
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no limits
It wasn’t always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I’d be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could’ve been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed

I still feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there’s 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon’ say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don’t want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I’m getting money now
Them girls don’t treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it’s me and Perrie, ‘scuse my French but they fucking now
That’s why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It’s very simple you can walk if you don’t bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I’ve been with heathens but I’ve earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I’m too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice

But y’all know me, I don’t rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that’s how I’m shining
Big broach homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call I make sure I’m signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I’m Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin’ I’m firin’
Please don’t even speak to me about stylin’
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I’m from the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet

Tell ’em "these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he’s leaking
Get him to the church he gon’ need a deacon"
Running like DMC’s Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la vida
Outta’ this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don’t want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort this track ’till a beat ain’t breathing
Bitch!