Love the piano frill! No doubt Biggie spitting on this was tremendous, but the let's be honest the backing sounds are impeccable! So funky and fun, thanks to Diana Ross and the Supremes.
I remember being mesmerized by this song and the video as a young kid before I even knew what music was (both this and Lauran Hill's song that thing did that)
This song always just had me feeling moved, Learned all the words, listened to it everyday. It just had that I'm a go getter vibe like nothing can hold you back.
[Verse] Fresh death or clever, jet black buretta Black Gucci bucket, that master lever I go at niggas press that together, that's spelled goat, I'm the best rapper ever All my peers is a step back or better More Paul Pierce but my step back is better I said that reluctant, cause I'm a triple threat meaning I can jab step or step back and bucket Fuck it, if your girl give me side eye And hit me with that text like can she slide by Eleven fifty nine on a Saturday night she getting dope on Sunday forgive me Cyhi Flow dirty mastered give me high five Throw words as caskets nigga bye bye Control her like a boss, you know she like it raw and I'm a old dirty bastard shimmy ya ya See when you this nice its a gift and a curse Niggas like Los you the shit we should work We exchange numbers, they shift and reverse cause they ain't tryna get they ass whipped on a verse Church, tell me that that just ain't whack shit And everybody top five list ain't backwards I'm staring in a movie I went to Hollywood and got the same old script from all you big name rappers So actors, is action the way yall hit? It actually took passion to make my shit Rap niggas hit the pad when they play my shit, cause I attended every practice that AI missed Say my, vernacular spectacular spectacle special, you spectate, I expect you to I inspect the introspective with every inch of my intellect no introjection, is this inception? Of Martin Luther with this exception or this allusion The disillusion so wicked I kick some shit confusing Is god a critic like man is and flawed too? If we in the image of god is man a god too? Do we fear a god like man or god do? Do you damn god or goddamn I lost you? Chill, I'm real manic on the beat, illmatic, still matic, real matic on my seat Got that Gangsta Grillz feel real dramatic on the beat Got that box of books flow, build a attic on the beat Man you know what I'm sayin, pill addict on the beat I mean I ain't a real addict but I had a lil peep When its rappers named xan, what happened to Lil Peep been happening Death been grabbing my lil peeps Man its rappers named Uzi and rappers named Minaj Cause all we rap about is killing niggas, fuckin broads Meanwhile, theres somebody depressed that you should guide But Its too late the new rate is suicide, its super high But as long as you super fly Or closing deals and making mils in your suit and tie you don't give a fuck Post a pic, live it up Its gross as shit, Los the shit, give it up I'm the G.O.A.T. nigga
Lyrics: Verse 1: Dunk's back, old beat, new rap 'Bout to hit you on the head with a phenomenal track I used to go so hard that they thought I was black Because my bars were so cold that they thought I was Knack Rhymes are so money I could put you through college Jokes are so funny that you end up with knowledge I'm like passing the ball from Daffy Duck to Michael 'Bout to save fifteen percent by switching to Geico Damn, Dunk, how you get that sound so funky? Got that new mode on and I'm slamming like Chunky Peanut butter is the favorite food of Winston Got the call from Carlton, we going to Princeton Chorus: I don't know what they want from mе It's like the more monеy we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Verse 2: Drink too much and you can drown in your sorrow You had a rough day, but there's always tomorrow Grab a wet cloth, wipe yourself off And when I'm in New York I gotta hit up Sbarro Gotta grab my bowl, gotta have cereal Try to put me on some lame shit, I'm always saying no Rather be a pain in the ass than go with the flow Rather be like Jar Jar Binka than Michael Winslow Still throwing gas in the flame Still putting every channel to shame Still, Paulie don't remember my name Still feeling like I'm under-acclaimed Still the number one ranked player on every single game, yeah (yeah) Chorus: I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Verse 3: How much money do we need to make it? Always doing better before Uncle Sam takes it You can pay 2K to buy a very large object Or spend a mill' in Cali' just to live in the projects New hat coming into Dunkey's Castle Just remember, pay a visit, or your shoes get canceled You downloaded this, I download DAMN You wanna be like Donald Draper, but me, I'm going ham Receipts going longer than the arms of Lanky Now I'm so far away, I can't see if you're cranky Been in this game too long that I'm feeling Jurassic And while you're down there, you better check out my graphics Only so much of this weak shit I can take 'Cause I'm too real, and y'all are too fake What's hard work for you, for me is a piece of cake I'm like Biggie, you're like Drake
I got that, summer time vibe, let's just take a long ride. shortys all on my side. smoking like the high times. If we gonna cook out better call all my guys. tell them let's get all fly. party till the sun rise. yeah it's the way that we do it. wearing all white in the whip sun coming thru it. cooking out on high tide man who woulda knew it. girlys having hella fun plus I got my whole crew lit. uh but that's the way that we rocking all the clocks just stop tocking. all the honeys be flockin. trynna get in our wallets. but we smoke just yo stall it. don't even hit the deposit. just let the girls do the talking. it's that 84 degrees in July on the beach, sun is high. come and slide. sand be flowing through my feet. got the grill, plus the meat, got the loud, playing beats, this song him have everybody lit in the streets yelling we just trynna have fun. smoke it till it's all done, got water plus the hot son, come and slide thru x2
i work for my money go hard for my dough, it seems like the more i get the more problems though. biggie says mo money mo problems and i gotta agree, nothin comes easy though and nothin comes free. fame is the highest price to pay in life, its non refundable, and it'll leave you fulla strife arguments and fights turn global overnight before you know it people gettin shot up at sight it's frightening to hear all the stories bein told but life's a game of poker; ill be the last man to fold
Why we fighting over whose better? This whole east coast west coast thibg should be over. Pac was the best representing the west coast. Big was the greatest coming out of the east coast.
Tupac is from the east coast. He grew up in Harlem, went to high school in Baltimore and didn't move to Cali until he was 17. The west coast thing was always more of an image thing with Death Row and Suge wanting to use his popularity at the time to spite Bad Boy records. Likewise, Puffy also pushed the beef in order to overthrow Death Row as well. The entire thing was really dumb and it cost us the lives of two incredible rappers.
Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop? Whose jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase You know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it level up You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know you thinking now when all the balling stops Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht 10 years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now what you gon' do with a crew that got money much longer than yours, And a team much stronger than yours? Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around, be D.O.A. be on your way 'Cause it ain't enough time here Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here Deal with many women but treat dimes fair And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no info for the DEA Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch? Never that! If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossing Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 double O Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know I got the dough, got the flow down pizat Platinum plus like thizat Dangerous on trizacks leave your ass flizat I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin' on? What's goin' on? (Somebody tell me) What's goin' on? I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across
ok ok ok, now who's hot, who's not? Shorty doo whoop, it's cool you bloodclot (cool) You come to the spot, see if you don't get got See if you don't get got, when the semi go cock I'm like "Aye, what the fuck a bitch think?" Nick, you know ain't nothing changed, but my wink Pink on pink, everything in-sync I write pretty lyrics, every pen pink ink I'm representin' all my girls, niggas double up I don't play around, I'm a have to shut her down Run up into town, I'm a have to get the crown I'm the Young Queens bitch, with the platinum sound None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi - Schooled me to the game, now I'm in my prime Stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind I don't need a light, but I stay in the lime [Hook] When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin' Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin' Damn, Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin' Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin' When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin' Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin' (Damn) Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin' Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin' [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Guess what Nicki spit crack, like yayo Yep, matter fact, when I rap, It's a K.O Come through the hood, all the boys say "Ayo!" Lettuce and tomato, don't forget the mayo Words in the street, that Nicki don't play doe Bitches pop shit, but they soft like play dough Gotta lotta banks, so she wanna be me I gotta full tank, little momma on E I fly first class overseas, on this BB Snapple in my hand and it's strawberry kiwi I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me You "Mrs. Me Too", like you always say me me I'm who they believe in, mommy don't even Soon as I put the keys in, I switch like seasons Get a couple beats from my nigga Doe Beezy Why would I go hard, when this shit is so easy
@mongolico24 Yeah this was a good redo! Im always lookin for stuff to put my raps on. The only thing that made me know it was different was the "ting ting" ( dont know what its called ) every other beat.
@CManeech change some of the words to shorter ones in some of the lyrics and it sounds better rappin over the beat. For example "but lifes a game of poker, ill be last to fold".
Born same day as BIG May21,1995 facts I got to this for me and his birthday this year- 100 likes and I’ll drop it on platforms 1000 likes I’ll drop a video on May 21 this year
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
+Lelei808 Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number Your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous On trizack, leave your ass kizzack
When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the prez with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home (Everybody get out!) At first, I did love you (love you) But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck) Late nights thinkin' of you (of you) Until I get my nut ('til I get my nut) Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board (across the board) Destroyed, but what for? Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (that's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (oh, man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much ain't enough, both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five
You know the song isn't about gay people right? It's been turned into an unofficial gay theme but when she says I'm coming out in the song it has nothing to do with anything gay.
why u talking some shit about pac when biggie in his songs he claimed that he lived in the hood when in reality he was going to a private school and he was living in a nice house. and talking about thug staff if you listen to pac when he said thug he to refered to those people who didnt have nothing , so this way he created the world thug life.
Iamjemboy brought me here "Give it your best shot the people so red hot cause im the one to bring out the original, flava flava for my people people c'mon kid lets shot for the final." "With the shampoo i give it to you all, rinse you good I made you look tall"
5,4,3,2,1/zeros/go no dinero/for the meatball heros/so i go/with the flow/you know/i go for the show you likes me yo/who loves me though/who loves the dove who lyrically brings/sings/rap dings/and dongs/thru the beat of the song/i show that/on the mic/i be that/lyrical nation/no competition/when i go/to show/my inner asian/
Only sayin im a wigga, i aint a nigga but can ya consider, that im betta in every letter and acapella, im burnin like a cigarette bud and ya ridin soft like a vespa , just to mention shits splendid and excetra, im movin piff like a vendor, im in the center and ya dont rap ya just lecture, i dont even take a second im too inventive, like a professor im ya mentor ya tattoo wit henna, ya cant roll ya make a wrecked spliff, so pay attention im 24/7 blem, no descendin you get the windex piff,
[Produced by Andrew "Pop" Wansel and Warren "Oak" Felder] [Verse 1: Ariana Grande] I shoulda saw it coming I shoulda saw the signs But I wanted to believe you, trust you You said you wouldn't lie But baby, you were so good, so good You had me going blind You said he was your best friend I’m guessing I wasn't your type, hey [Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande] What goes around comes around And if it goes up, it comes down I know you're mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now [Chorus: Ariana Grande] Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me [Verse 2: Ariana Grande] You said I was your best, would be your last Now he’s gone, you’re alone Don’t want you back You’re telling me you’re sorry Well sorry, I'm over it 'Cause I've already been there done that Not doing this again, no [Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande] What goes around comes around And if it goes up, it comes down I know you mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now [Chorus: Ariana Grande] Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Listen, you got a man, but your man ain't loyal Don’t understand how to spell it out for ya Yes, I'm a G, from the A, and they ask why Sorry, had to tell you I'm a nice guy Naw, I'm a sick guy, money too much I step on stage, and girls move too much The flow so gross, my nickname school lunch And he with them other guys, and you know it's true 'cause Okay, G-A-M-B-I-N-O I know they hate, but I don’t know why, uh I know the way he did you was whack But I know how you can get dude right back and get with me [Chorus: Ariana Grande & Childish Gambino] Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody My baby loves me (Does he really though?) My baby loves me (Does he really though?) My baby, my baby My baby loves me My baby loves me (Does he really though?) My baby loves me (Does he really though?) My baby, my baby My baby loves me [Outro: Ariana Grande] Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody I'm coming out, he’s coming I'm coming out
Dunkey killed this beat.
Lol diddy who’s dunkey
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First strand type rap
" No Money Enormous Probems "
Facts✍️
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Lol
Word to mother 🤙🏽🤙🏽🤙🏽🤙🏽
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Love the piano frill! No doubt Biggie spitting on this was tremendous, but the let's be honest the backing sounds are impeccable! So funky and fun, thanks to Diana Ross and the Supremes.
U mean diana ross & adantes
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Fav B.I.G. TRACK OF ALL TIME
R.I.P. Notorious B.I.G.
dunkey made this beat and went crazy on this
ready to die sounded very street but life after death’s sound was clearly out of the struggle, i love both in their own ways
I remember being mesmerized by this song and the video as a young kid before I even knew what music was (both this and Lauran Hill's song that thing did that)
This song always just had me feeling moved, Learned all the words, listened to it everyday. It just had that I'm a go getter vibe like nothing can hold you back.
This is the soul of hip-hop
I love the guitar,, gives the instrumental some life😆
In my old school the teachers would always play this song
Some Asshole Dream
That's excellent
[Verse]
Fresh death or clever, jet black buretta
Black Gucci bucket, that master lever
I go at niggas press that together, that's spelled goat, I'm the best rapper ever
All my peers is a step back or better
More Paul Pierce but my step back is better
I said that reluctant, cause I'm a triple threat meaning I can jab step or step back and bucket
Fuck it, if your girl give me side eye
And hit me with that text like can she slide by
Eleven fifty nine on a Saturday night she getting dope on Sunday forgive me Cyhi
Flow dirty mastered give me high five
Throw words as caskets nigga bye bye
Control her like a boss, you know she like it raw and I'm a old dirty bastard shimmy ya ya
See when you this nice its a gift and a curse
Niggas like Los you the shit we should work
We exchange numbers, they shift and reverse cause they ain't tryna get they ass whipped on a verse
Church, tell me that that just ain't whack shit
And everybody top five list ain't backwards
I'm staring in a movie I went to Hollywood and got the same old script from all you big name rappers
So actors, is action the way yall hit?
It actually took passion to make my shit
Rap niggas hit the pad when they play my shit, cause I attended every practice that AI missed
Say my, vernacular spectacular spectacle special, you spectate, I expect you to
I inspect the introspective with every inch of my intellect no introjection, is this inception?
Of Martin Luther with this exception or this allusion
The disillusion so wicked I kick some shit confusing
Is god a critic like man is and flawed too?
If we in the image of god is man a god too?
Do we fear a god like man or god do?
Do you damn god or goddamn I lost you?
Chill, I'm real manic on the beat, illmatic, still matic, real matic on my seat
Got that Gangsta Grillz feel real dramatic on the beat
Got that box of books flow, build a attic on the beat
Man you know what I'm sayin, pill addict on the beat
I mean I ain't a real addict but I had a lil peep
When its rappers named xan, what happened to Lil Peep been happening
Death been grabbing my lil peeps
Man its rappers named Uzi and rappers named Minaj
Cause all we rap about is killing niggas, fuckin broads
Meanwhile, theres somebody depressed that you should guide
But Its too late the new rate is suicide, its super high
But as long as you super fly
Or closing deals and making mils in your suit and tie you don't give a fuck
Post a pic, live it up
Its gross as shit, Los the shit, give it up
I'm the G.O.A.T. nigga
I never realized how pop this beat was. You could picture Mariah singing over this.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Dunk's back, old beat, new rap
'Bout to hit you on the head with a phenomenal track
I used to go so hard that they thought I was black
Because my bars were so cold that they thought I was Knack
Rhymes are so money I could put you through college
Jokes are so funny that you end up with knowledge
I'm like passing the ball from Daffy Duck to Michael
'Bout to save fifteen percent by switching to Geico
Damn, Dunk, how you get that sound so funky?
Got that new mode on and I'm slamming like Chunky
Peanut butter is the favorite food of Winston
Got the call from Carlton, we going to Princeton
Chorus:
I don't know what they want from mе
It's like the more monеy we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Verse 2:
Drink too much and you can drown in your sorrow
You had a rough day, but there's always tomorrow
Grab a wet cloth, wipe yourself off
And when I'm in New York I gotta hit up Sbarro
Gotta grab my bowl, gotta have cereal
Try to put me on some lame shit, I'm always saying no
Rather be a pain in the ass than go with the flow
Rather be like Jar Jar Binka than Michael Winslow
Still throwing gas in the flame
Still putting every channel to shame
Still, Paulie don't remember my name
Still feeling like I'm under-acclaimed
Still the number one ranked player on every single game, yeah (yeah)
Chorus:
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Verse 3:
How much money do we need to make it?
Always doing better before Uncle Sam takes it
You can pay 2K to buy a very large object
Or spend a mill' in Cali' just to live in the projects
New hat coming into Dunkey's Castle
Just remember, pay a visit, or your shoes get canceled
You downloaded this, I download DAMN
You wanna be like Donald Draper, but me, I'm going ham
Receipts going longer than the arms of Lanky
Now I'm so far away, I can't see if you're cranky
Been in this game too long that I'm feeling Jurassic
And while you're down there, you better check out my graphics
Only so much of this weak shit I can take
'Cause I'm too real, and y'all are too fake
What's hard work for you, for me is a piece of cake
I'm like Biggie, you're like Drake
Favorite lyrical rapper
“The Notorious Dunk” More Dunkey More Problems
This 🎶 is 🔥!
One and Only King of NY
I got that, summer time vibe, let's just take a long ride. shortys all on my side. smoking like the high times. If we gonna cook out better call all my guys. tell them let's get all fly. party till the sun rise. yeah it's the way that we do it. wearing all white in the whip sun coming thru it. cooking out on high tide man who woulda knew it. girlys having hella fun plus I got my whole crew lit. uh but that's the way that we rocking all the clocks just stop tocking. all the honeys be flockin. trynna get in our wallets. but we smoke just yo stall it. don't even hit the deposit. just let the girls do the talking. it's that 84 degrees in July on the beach, sun is high. come and slide. sand be flowing through my feet. got the grill, plus the meat, got the loud, playing beats, this song him have everybody lit in the streets yelling
we just trynna have fun. smoke it till it's all done, got water plus the hot son, come and slide thru x2
Aye that was dope!
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Dude wtf 2019 and this song is still going strong im kidding surprised 😂😂😂😂😂😂
RIP biggie
GENIUS !!!!!!!
I just that brought the bass line out a little bit more
official
it soundz the exact way
i work for my money go hard for my dough,
it seems like the more i get the more problems though.
biggie says mo money mo problems and i gotta agree,
nothin comes easy though and nothin comes free.
fame is the highest price to pay in life,
its non refundable, and it'll leave you fulla strife
arguments and fights turn global overnight
before you know it people gettin shot up at sight
it's frightening to hear all the stories bein told
but life's a game of poker; ill be the last man to fold
TallNoob this comment 10 yrs old bro 😭😭😭 u aint hav 2 do em like that 😭😭💀💀
REALLY dig what you tweaked on this
I remember this when i was little rip biggie
AWESOME...
Love it...
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Can someone please make a drum tutorial for this, would be really helpful!
AEGaming issa sample
Magali so?
HMU and I’ll send u the tempo and keys
Thank you❤️
Why we fighting over whose better? This whole east coast west coast thibg should be over. Pac was the best representing the west coast. Big was the greatest coming out of the east coast.
Well said
Tupac is from the east coast. He grew up in Harlem, went to high school in Baltimore and didn't move to Cali until he was 17. The west coast thing was always more of an image thing with Death Row and Suge wanting to use his popularity at the time to spite Bad Boy records. Likewise, Puffy also pushed the beef in order to overthrow Death Row as well. The entire thing was really dumb and it cost us the lives of two incredible rappers.
Now, who's hot, who not?
Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?
You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?
Whose jewels got rocks?
Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?
The same old pimp, Mase
You know ain't nothing change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales, call it level up
You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down
Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then you yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks, cop all the drops
I know you thinking now when all the balling stops
Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht
10 years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now what you gon' do with a crew that got money much longer than yours,
And a team much stronger than yours?
Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around, be D.O.A. be on your way
'Cause it ain't enough time here
Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here
Deal with many women but treat dimes fair
And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no info for the DEA
Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage, the girls boo too much
I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch? Never that!
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossing
Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 double O
Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know
I got the dough, got the flow down pizat
Platinum plus like thizat
Dangerous on trizacks leave your ass flizat
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin' on? What's goin' on? (Somebody tell me) What's goin' on?
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
@zinkelzonkel Uh I know its been two years but actually whats missing is the Bass Guitar
So close to the real thing. You nailed it.
ok ok ok, now who's hot, who's not?
Shorty doo whoop, it's cool you bloodclot (cool)
You come to the spot, see if you don't get got
See if you don't get got, when the semi go cock
I'm like "Aye, what the fuck a bitch think?"
Nick, you know ain't nothing changed, but my wink
Pink on pink, everything in-sync
I write pretty lyrics, every pen pink ink
I'm representin' all my girls, niggas double up
I don't play around, I'm a have to shut her down
Run up into town, I'm a have to get the crown
I'm the Young Queens bitch, with the platinum sound
None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi -
Schooled me to the game, now I'm in my prime
Stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind
I don't need a light, but I stay in the lime
[Hook]
When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin'
Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin'
Damn, Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin'
Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin'
When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin'
Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin'
(Damn) Why these bitches always frontin' for nuthin'
Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin' from suttin'
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Guess what Nicki spit crack, like yayo
Yep, matter fact, when I rap, It's a K.O
Come through the hood, all the boys say "Ayo!"
Lettuce and tomato, don't forget the mayo
Words in the street, that Nicki don't play doe
Bitches pop shit, but they soft like play dough
Gotta lotta banks, so she wanna be me
I gotta full tank, little momma on E
I fly first class overseas, on this BB
Snapple in my hand and it's strawberry kiwi
I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me
You "Mrs. Me Too", like you always say me me
I'm who they believe in, mommy don't even
Soon as I put the keys in, I switch like seasons
Get a couple beats from my nigga Doe Beezy
Why would I go hard, when this shit is so easy
This is tuff😂🔥🔥🔥🔥
nice chillin tunes!
snapp
@mongolico24 Yeah this was a good redo! Im always lookin for stuff to put my raps on. The only thing that made me know it was different was the "ting ting" ( dont know what its called ) every other beat.
@himynameisjonnycap I think you mean Kelly Price. She did the chorus of this song
Conor McGregor intro song against Mayweather 🔥🔥
Would like to license the .mp3... can you assist? Non commercial use.
@CManeech change some of the words to shorter ones in some of the lyrics and it sounds better rappin over the beat. For example "but lifes a game of poker, ill be last to fold".
And he was
Born same day as BIG May21,1995 facts I got to this for me and his birthday this year- 100 likes and I’ll drop it on platforms
1000 likes I’ll drop a video on May 21 this year
nice its tha official way too man keep it up
Pretty good!
Looks like it
Nice Instrumental, but where's the DJ scratches from Stevie J?!
That was the icing on the cake,
No money- big problems
were in da song do i find just the instruments...i got the im cumin part but all them other sounds
How can I purchase this beat
0:15
thats exactly why both of them arent here today...
thanks man
hey can you send me the download link for this!
Ayo how can I get it⁉️
Rap with me to see the city hot flow
The top mc out of the many I know
Plus the city I know got a pretty hot flow
Witty I go sow many of pop songs
I killed the beat too… check it out here: ruclips.net/video/CSeA7m7wjVc/видео.html
just needs the bass
hey, can i get the download link for this?
Did Diana Ross get any money from the royalties?
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
+Lelei808 Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack
what ever happened to Mase?
Lelei808 Yes OK auto particular what’s the tell me to list as well SiriIt’s about Hey my asked about it again if I go in for flight
When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool
Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring
Married to the game and a bad bitch chose
When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap
Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the prez with a Cuban link on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that
We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home
Money, go back home
We should never gave, we should never gave
Niggas money, go back home
Money, go back home
(Everybody get out!)
At first, I did love you (love you)
But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck)
Late nights thinkin' of you (of you)
Until I get my nut ('til I get my nut)
Tossed and turned, lesson learned
You was my first girlfriend
Bridges burned, all across the board (across the board)
Destroyed, but what for?
Yo, what's up? It's Dre
Remember the first time you came out to the house?
You said you wanted a spot like mine
But remember, anybody can get it
The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker
What you want you? A house or a car?
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
I know your kind (that's why I'm kind)
Don't have receipts (oh, man, that's fine)
Pay me later, wear those gators
Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters"
I can see the baller in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you
But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes
Too much ain't enough, both we know
Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list
Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick
And when you hit the White House, do you
But remember, you ain't pass economics in school
And everything you buy, taxes will deny
I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five
Rap this to this beat.
This song and sample was originated in 1997 dude.
It's funny how a Diana Ross gay anthem became the primary beat of this hip-hop classic!
You know the song isn't about gay people right? It's been turned into an unofficial gay theme but when she says I'm coming out in the song it has nothing to do with anything gay.
Don't even waste your time man... @@nickyricardo7034
Neck haha @@kaymeauxss4377
Biggie must have said this out loud with one of his ladies. I'm CUMMING!
Can I get the mp3 pls?
wow, i like it.
can you send me the gitar only file?
tnx
what's the sample name
Don Juan'78 I'm coming out Diana ross
Biggie Go Ham But 2Pac Be Da Greatest Demm 2 Niggaz Together Wuz Da Greatest Hip-hop Duo Ever
very cool idea! the only thing missing is the scratches ;D
ratio
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Mp3?
Doot doot doot Michael hayes
why u talking some shit about pac when biggie in his songs he claimed that he lived in the hood when in reality he was going to a private school and he was living in a nice house. and talking about thug staff if you listen to pac when he said thug he to refered to those people who didnt have nothing , so this way he created the world thug life.
Great comment big guy, but where was anyone "talking shit about pac"?
+Gabriel Garcia fr😂😂
Iamjemboy brought me here
"Give it your best shot the people so red hot cause im the one to bring out the original, flava flava for my people people c'mon kid lets shot for the final."
"With the shampoo i give it to you all, rinse you good I made you look tall"
can I get mp3. nice vid by the way
I'm trying to find a version of the instrumental that has the hook
@KILLFEAR274 hell yeah
@GenevieGurley54 what?
Mp3 please
Shawn Davis
Rylo Rodríguez killing this 🔥🔥🔥
5,4,3,2,1/zeros/go no dinero/for the meatball heros/so i go/with the flow/you know/i go for the show you likes me yo/who loves me though/who loves the dove who lyrically brings/sings/rap dings/and dongs/thru the beat of the song/i show that/on the mic/i be that/lyrical nation/no competition/when i go/to show/my inner asian/
Only sayin im a wigga, i aint a nigga but can ya consider, that im betta in every letter and acapella, im burnin like a cigarette bud and ya ridin soft like a vespa , just to mention shits splendid and excetra, im movin piff like a vendor, im in the center and ya dont rap ya just lecture, i dont even take a second im too inventive, like a professor im ya mentor ya tattoo wit henna, ya cant roll ya make a wrecked spliff, so pay attention im 24/7 blem, no descendin you get the windex piff,
Could I please get the copy write to the song so I could use it on a video CHICOandBarbieMJ
B92
Mastering. Mids sound pretty quiet...
Biggie brought all the mids into this that's why they cut the mids, had to leave room for him
Ariana Grande - Break your heart right back
Give me lyrics for my diss track I'm making on a guy called Carlos
Do it dude
Did you win the diss track
Oi
If ski mask the slump god remix this..🔥🔥
[Produced by Andrew "Pop" Wansel and Warren "Oak" Felder]
[Verse 1: Ariana Grande]
I shoulda saw it coming
I shoulda saw the signs
But I wanted to believe you, trust you
You said you wouldn't lie
But baby, you were so good, so good
You had me going blind
You said he was your best friend
I’m guessing I wasn't your type, hey
[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
What goes around comes around
And if it goes up, it comes down
I know you're mad cause I found out
Want you to feel what I feel right now
[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Now that it’s over
I just wanna break your heart right back, right back
Want you to cry me a river
I just want to break your heart right back
Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
My baby, my baby
My baby loves me
[Verse 2: Ariana Grande]
You said I was your best, would be your last
Now he’s gone, you’re alone
Don’t want you back
You’re telling me you’re sorry
Well sorry, I'm over it
'Cause I've already been there done that
Not doing this again, no
[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
What goes around comes around
And if it goes up, it comes down
I know you mad cause I found out
Want you to feel what I feel right now
[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Now that it’s over
I just wanna break your heart right back, right back
Want you to cry me a river
I just want to break your heart right back
Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
My baby, my baby
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
My baby, my baby
My baby loves me
[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Listen, you got a man, but your man ain't loyal
Don’t understand how to spell it out for ya
Yes, I'm a G, from the A, and they ask why
Sorry, had to tell you I'm a nice guy
Naw, I'm a sick guy, money too much
I step on stage, and girls move too much
The flow so gross, my nickname school lunch
And he with them other guys, and you know it's true 'cause
Okay, G-A-M-B-I-N-O
I know they hate, but I don’t know why, uh
I know the way he did you was whack
But I know how you can get dude right back and get with me
[Chorus: Ariana Grande & Childish Gambino]
Now that it’s over
I just wanna break your heart right back, right back
Want you to cry me a river
I just want to break your heart right back
Yeah, all this time I was blind, running 'round telling everybody
My baby loves me
(Does he really though?)
My baby loves me
(Does he really though?)
My baby, my baby
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
(Does he really though?)
My baby loves me
(Does he really though?)
My baby, my baby
My baby loves me
[Outro: Ariana Grande]
Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody
Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody
Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody
Ooh, yeah, running 'round town tell everybody
I'm coming out, he’s coming
I'm coming out
Not the real track
Right. It doesn't have the bassline or the DJ scratches
this instrumental is such a classic, checkout my freestyle soundcloud.com/ikell-james/phly-freestyle
2pac > Biggie
shut the hell up, this page is dedicated to Biggie. If you don't got anything positive to say then get the hell out of this page
xXBloody_MacheteXx 2pac>biggie
can u email me the mp3 version?
Mp3?
Whoa buddy no need to be hostile just asked a simple question
Been 6 years lol