| The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy |
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DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Die
www.notoriousonline.com
"(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the
teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the
people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money
to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know
what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse One:]
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley
Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private
stock
Way back, when I had the red and black
lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it
this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World
Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for
dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know,
nigga, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the
stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good
and plenty
[Verse Two:]
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my
peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin'
stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played
toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of
high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know,
nigga
[Verse Three:]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture
this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)"
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Affichage : 4188581
Durée : 264 s |
| Mtume - Juicy Fruit (Sound Remastered) |
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njoyy this smooth & silky soul tune.
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You know very well
What you are
You're my sugar thing
My chocolate star
I've had a few
But not that many
But you're the only love
That gives me good and plenty
Juicy fruit (Juicy)
Juicy (Yeah...eah...eah...hey...)
Juicy fruit (Juicy)
Juicy
Candy rain
Comin' down
Taste you in my mind
And spread you all around
Here I am
Oh, this love's for you
Hey, baby
Sweet as honey dew
Close my eyes
Oh, what fantasy
And you're right here with me
Juicy
Cherry blossom kiss
What you're givin'
Makes my body rock
Keeps me sizzlin'
Do what you want
I don't care
I'll be your lollipop
[You can lick me everywhere]
Juicy fruit (You're so)
Juicy (Juicy)
Juicy fruit (Yeah...hey...hey...hey...hey...)
Juicy
Here I am
This love's for you
Hey, baby
You're sweet as honey dew [Dew]
Close my eyes
Oh, what fantasy
And you're right here with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Juicy fruit
Juicy
Juicy fruit (Juicy)
Juicy (I like it, I like it)
Juicy fruit (In the morning, oh, babe)
Juicy (Oh...oh...)
Juicy fruit (Candy rain comin' down)
Juicy (Turns me all around)
Juicy fruit (I like it, I like it)
Juicy
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Affichage : 87797
Durée : 198 s |
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