Notorious B.I.G. frickin rules

I've been going through a Biggie Smalls renaissance lately. I 've always thought he was a great rapper but for some reason I've been listenin to his stuff all over again and realizing what a lyrical genius he was. Gotta love a guy who can write rhmes like:

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 fuck 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 white-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin "Aiy papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll propa





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anyways, the guy ruled, you can listen to his songs and watch videos on : http://www.notoriousonline.com

...I'll be smokin trees in Belize when they find me...
...got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke...
makes me think of skiing- hiking really, stairsteppin up the bootpack with skis on my back and rap in my ears to help the feet keep movin... good times... when they get me dress my body in linen by armani- I'm a no lyric bitch, where is that tape?

..got a Lexus LS four and a half
bullet proof glass tints if I want some ass
gonna blast squeze first ask questions last
that's how most of you so called ganstas pass
at last a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
tits and bras minage toius (sp) sex in expensive cars
but still leave you on the pavement
condo paid for no car payment....

I love it when you call me BIG POPPA....throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa.......... good stuff there.

Hah! Sicka than your average poppa
twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit
stink pink gators, my detroit playahs
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, they head right, Biggie there air nike
poppa been smooth since days of underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, easily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I speak my peace, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it niggah flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
with the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth corridor --
-- call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I bust my gun an'
hold on, I hear somebody comin...

B-I-G P-O-P-P-A
no info for the DEA
federal agents mad
'cause I'm flagrant
tap my cell and the phone in the bassment (blatent use of "bass")


.....cali got gun play
models on the runway
scream biggie, biggie give me one more chance
I be dippin on the freeway, the NYC way
on the celi celi to my homeboy Lance
pass ass from left to right
we only got one blunt left to light
we set tonight

Quote:

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Originally posted by basom
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
with the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth corridor --
-- call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals
Damn! Niggaz wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nigga I bust my gun an'
hold on, I hear somebody comin...

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You know I feel that shit, honky.

Love this sheet.

Ever notice how Biggie loved to rhyme "roloexes" with "lexus"?

I think he drops that one at least three times on Ready to die.

anyway. Biggie frickin rulz.