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Warning Karaoke - The Notorious B.I.G.

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Tempo takie jak w orginale: 85.942 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: Dm

Czas trwania: 03:41 - Podgląd na stronie: 02:31

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Data wydania: 1994
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Osten S Harvey, Jr., Burt Bacharach

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Tekst Warning

Who the fuck is this
Pagin' me at five forty-six in the morning
Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'
Wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me and why
It's my nigga
Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down love, please chill drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with smoked blunts and got nice with
Yeah my nigga
Fame up in Prospect
Nah, them my niggas
Nah, love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them
They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when
When you was clockin' minor figures
Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin' me 'cos now I'm warnin' you
I got the MAC nigga tell me what you gonna do
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of 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 burglar alarm starts ringin'
What ya 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, niggas 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 with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya 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 predicament
Where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar
Feel my Beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better 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 your asshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-four to your 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 come for you
I'm not runnin' nigga
I bust my gun and
Hold on
I hear somebody comin'

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