Текст песни The Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme the Loot

Yeah, mothafuckas better knowI'm a bad bad badLock your windows, close your doorsBiggie SmallsMy man Inf left a Tec and a 9 at my cribTurned his self in, he had to do a bidA 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tightAnd I'm stressedYo, Biggie let me get the vestNo need for that, just grab the fucking gatThe first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his backWord is bond, I'mma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and moveNigga, you ain't got to explain shitI've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave shipsWith the same clip and the same .45Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to dieThat's my word, nigga even try to bogartHave his mother singing, it's so hardYes love, love your fucking attitudeBecause the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwedAnd bruised up from the pistol whippingWelts on the neck from the necklace strippingThen I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches tooUp the herringbones and bamboosI wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnantGive me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendantI'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is realWhen it's time to eat a meal, I rob and stealCause mom dukes ain't giving me shitSo for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutterHuh, word to mother, I'm dangerousCrazier than a bag of fucking angel dustWhen I bust my Gat, mothafuckas take dirt napsI'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?When he's sticking you and taking all of your moneyGimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upAnd I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccupDon't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpieceThe opposite of peace, sending Mom duke a wreathYou're talking to the robbery expertStep into your wake with your blood on my shirtDon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistantCause when I lick shots, them shits is persistentGoodness gracious, the papers!Where the cash at? Where the stash at?Nigga pass that

Before you get your grave dug from the main thug .357 slugAnd my nigga Biggie got a itchy one gripOne in the chamber, thirty-two in the clipMotherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)Before you find out how blue steel feelFrom the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweaterThe money-getter, motherfuckas don't know betterRolex watches and colorful SwatchesI'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop itMan niggas come through I'm taking high school rings tooBitches get strangled for their earrings and banglesAnd when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockersAnd if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakkaSo go get your man bitch, he can get robbed tooTell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set itAnd if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget itHey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)[(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)][(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)]Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feetOoh money looks sweetWhere?In the Isuzu jeepMan, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking creamAnd if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dreamHold up, he got a fucking bitch in the carFur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstarOoh Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the backHit her with the GatYo chill shorty, let me do thatJust get the fucking car keys and cruise up the blockThe bitch act shocked getting shot on the spotOh shit the copsBe cool, foolThey ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnutsSo why the fuck he keep looking?I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, ain't trying to see central bookingOh shit, now he looking in my faceYou better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chaseSo lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shootA true motherfucka going out for the lootTake that motherfuckers
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