paroles de chanson Juicy - Explicit Album Version - The Notorious B.I.G.

(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 daughter (it's all good, nigga)
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) it's all good, baby, baby (come on, nigga)

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 in Bambú, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funk Master Flex, Love bug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well (yeah, uh-huh)
Who you are (it's all good, yeah)
Don't let 'em hold you down (it's all good, yeah)
Reach for the stars (all good)
You had a goal (it's all good, nigga, yeah)
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one (money, hos, and clothes)
I'll give you good and plenty (yeah, it's all good)

I made the change from a common thief (uh)
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 (yeah, spread love, pass it nigga)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy (uh), girls used to diss me (yeah)
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me (that's right)
I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff (it's all good)
I was too used to packing gats and stuff

Now honeys play me close like butter play toast (yeah, uh-huh)
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indoor for weeks (uh-huh)
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (come on)

Living life without fear
Puttin' five carats in my baby girl ear
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 (that's right, it's all good, nigga, yeah)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down (yeah, it's all good, nigga)
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty (it's all good, come on)

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 (all good)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housin' (that's right)

Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an 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 (yeah, yeah)
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 thirsty (no more, nigga, no more, nigga)

Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive (that's right)
And it's all (it's all good, nigga)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well (money, hos, and clothes)
Who you are (bankrolls)
Don't let 'em hold you down (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga (reach for the stars)
You had a goal (it's all good)
But not that many (all good)
'Cause you're the only one
(I'll give you good and plenty) and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Representin' B-Town in the house
Junior Mafia, mad flavour
Uh, uh, yeah, a'ight
(Yeah, don't stop, keep it goin', yeah)
Money, hos, and clothes (hey, yeah)

You know very well (bankrolls) (you know) (yacht)
Who you are (who you are to me)
Don't let 'em hold you down (never stop) (down)
Reach for the stars (golds)
You had a goal (all good) (you had a goal)
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A., it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
It's all good
That's right, '94
And on and on, and on and on (you know very well)
It's all good (who you are)
Yeah (don't let 'em hold you down)
Reach for the stars