Gimme the Loot (2005 Remaster)

歌詞

Yeah, mothafuckas better know Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh, yeah (I'm a bad, bad, bad) My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self in, he had to do a bid A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me? Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tight And I'm stressed Yo, Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fucking gat The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?) Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships With the same clip and the same .45 Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart Have his mother singing, "It's so hard." Yes, love—love your fucking attitude Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed And bruised up from the pistol whipping Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal 'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust When I bust my Gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at? When he's sticking you and taking all of 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 (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) 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 (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece The opposite of peace, sending Mom duke a wreath You're talking to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant 'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent Goodness 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 slug And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah, nigga, peel) Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better Rolex watches and colorful Swatches I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch 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 (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) 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 (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet Ooh, money looks sweet Where? In the Isuzu jeep Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back Hit her with the Gat Yo, chill shorty, let me do that Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot Oh shit the cops Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts So why the fuck he keep looking? I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot A true motherfucka going out for the loot Take that motherfuckers