作词 : H. David/Notorious B.I.G./Burt Bacharach/Harvey/David/O. Harvey/C. Wallace 作曲 : H. David/Notorious B.I.G./Burt Bacharach/Harvey/David/O. Harvey/C. Wallace Who the **** is this Pagin me at 5:46 In the morning Crack of dawn an' Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin me and why It's my ***** Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gamblin spot, And heard the intricate plot Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor Slow down love, please chill, Drop the caper Remember them ****** from The hill up in Brownsville? That you rolled dice wit, Smoked blunts, and got nice wit Yeah my ***** Fame up in Prospect Nah they're my ****** nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ****** That you knew from back when, When you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife Through your windpipe slow So thank Fame for warnin me cause Now I'm warnin you I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper 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! ****** wanna stick me 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 They 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 ****** in a bad predicament, Where all the foul ****** went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'm a hit you With you ************* betta duck I bring pain, blood stains 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 your asshole I **** around and get hardcore C-4 to ya door no beef no more ***** Feel the rough, scandalous
The more **** smoke I puff, The more dangerous I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
I'm only comin' to pass the gat Just bring your ************' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh It's right over here
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man? Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon! Ahh **** it better be his ************' house
**** right here
This better be this ************'s house Oh ****! What, what's wrong It's that red dot on your head man!
What red dot Oh ****!
You got a red dot on your head too!
Ohh ****
[00:00.000] 作词 : H. David/Notorious B.I.G./Burt Bacharach/Harvey/David/O. Harvey/C. Wallace [00:01.000] 作曲 : H. David/Notorious B.I.G./Burt Bacharach/Harvey/David/O. Harvey/C. Wallace [00:17.14]Who the **** is this [00:18.46]Pagin me at 5:46 [00:20.39]In the morning [00:21.37]Crack of dawn an' [00:22.41]Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye [00:25.45]See who's this pagin me and why [00:27.99]It's my ***** Pop from the barbershop [00:30.30]Told me he was in the gamblin spot, [00:32.41]And heard the intricate plot [00:33.73]Of ****** wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor [00:36.49]Slow down love, please chill, [00:38.11]Drop the caper [00:39.31]Remember them ****** from [00:40.66]The hill up in Brownsville? [00:42.18]That you rolled dice wit, [00:43.36]Smoked blunts, and got nice wit [00:45.60]Yeah my ***** Fame up in Prospect [00:47.71]Nah they're my ****** nah love wouldn't disrespect [00:50.35]I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some ****** [00:53.21]That you knew from back when, [00:54.49]When you was clockin minor figures [00:56.32]Now they heard you blowin up like nitro [00:58.77]And they wanna stick the knife [01:00.24]Through your windpipe slow [01:01.88]So thank Fame for warnin me cause [01:03.90]Now I'm warnin you [01:04.77]I got the mac ***** tell me what you gonna do [01:07.13]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper [01:09.97]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper [01:12.74]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper [01:15.59]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my paper [01:18.41]They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus [01:21.16]With the Texas license plates outta state [01:23.98]They heard about the pounds [01:25.06]You got down in Georgetown [01:26.85]And they heard you got half [01:28.01]Of Virginia locked down [01:29.95]They even heard about the crib [01:31.30]You bought your moms out in Florida [01:32.91]The fifth corridor [01:34.08]Call the coroner! [01:35.43]There's gonna be a lot of slow singin'', [01:37.37]And flower bringin [01:38.43]If my burgular alarm starts ringin [01:41.24]Whatcha think all the guns is for [01:43.07] [01:43.66]All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door [01:46.69]And I feed 'em gunpowder, [01:48.32]So they can devour [01:49.83]The criminals, tryin to drop my decimals [01:51.85]Damn! ****** wanna stick me for my cream [01:54.36]And it ain't a dream, [01:55.40]Things ain't always what it seem [01:57.15] [01:57.92]It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, [01:59.98]See your picture [02:00.93]Now they wanna grab [02:01.94]They guns and come and getcha [02:03.57]Betcha Biggie won't slip [02:05.01]I got the calico with the black [02:06.92]Talons loaded in the clip [02:08.66]So I can rip through the ligaments [02:10.48]Put the ****** in a bad predicament, [02:12.53]Where all the foul ****** went [02:14.55]Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta [02:17.02]Buck what I'm a hit you [02:18.42]With you ************* betta duck [02:20.06]I bring pain, blood stains on what remains [02:22.88]Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it [02:25.81]Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket [02:28.16]So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole [02:31.21]I **** around and get hardcore [02:33.40]C-4 to ya door no beef no more ***** [02:36.91]Feel the rough, scandalous [02:38.51] [02:39.03]The more **** smoke I puff, [02:40.72]The more dangerous [02:42.14]I don't give a **** about you or your weak crew [02:44.91]What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? [02:48.10]I'm not runnin', ***** I bust my gun in [02:50.49]Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [02:52.56] [02:57.09]I'm only comin' to pass the gat [02:58.52]Just bring your ************' ass on, come on [03:00.72] [03:01.77]Are we gettin' close, huh [03:03.73]It's right over here [03:04.57] [03:05.91]Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man? [03:08.83]Yeah I'm sure ************, c'mon! [03:10.69]Ahh **** it better be his ************' house [03:13.80] [03:15.41]**** right here [03:16.32] [03:20.10]This better be this ************'s house [03:21.85]Oh ****! What, what's wrong [03:23.88]It's that red dot on your head man! [03:25.42] [03:26.15]What red dot Oh ****! [03:30.03] [03:30.99]You got a red dot on your head too! [03:32.99] [03:35.40]Ohh ****
