The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Fabolous & Busta Rhymes - Running Your Mouth paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Running Your Mouth - Snoop Dogg , Busta Rhymes , The Notorious B.I.G. , Nate Dogg , Fabolous



Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? (One, two, three, and)
Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man (nah)
Can't tell that to a dingy old man (nah)
Who see a young nigga getting plenty dough, man? (Plenty dough, man)
Icy Audemar, hendy gold band (whoo!)
With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan (whoo!)
That's why I keep the .9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with that guy?
Scene told you he keep it G
We can bang like the two chains on my neck
The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects (c'mon)
The coup's up, take the new Lame for a sec (whoo!)
12 inch up, new cane in the deck, nigga
Right now, with a squeezer in a coozie (uh-huh)
And I'm goin' out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack, it's just like a mountain
You heard about it 'cause she running her mouth
She wants to ride, and she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like he want to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth
Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy, throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack, I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
Next who wanna move is getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time believing
I'm Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven
When Jake comes I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance playing lotto
What you want, nigga?
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as Hell, but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street (c'mon)
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat (c'mon)
You know who been the kings of the block (yeah), the kings of the drops (fact)
The kings of the crap music (true) and the kings of the cross (us)
Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours (c'mon)
Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot (c'mon)
Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you come, you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach
Let's go
Run for your gun you suckers
B.I.G., I'm a get them motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noogie
In the 'Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat
What it do, nephew? (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as Hell, but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
What you really want from a nigga?



Writer(s): JOHN JACKSON, FLOYD HILLS, GEORGE JOHNSON, TREVOR SMITH, STEVEN JORDAN, BILLY PRESTON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, JEAN LOUHISDON, CORDAZAR BROADUS, EPHREM LOPEZ


The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Fabolous & Busta Rhymes - Greatest Hits
Album Greatest Hits
date de sortie
06-03-2007



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