Kick in the Door (Radio Edit|2014 Remaster)
The Notorious B.I.G"Kick in the Door (Radio Edit|2014 Remaster)" adalah lagu oleh The Notorious B.I.G, 2022, Pop. Durasi lagu 3:36, 86 lines / 650 words.
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0:08Biggie
0:10Uh uh-uh
0:12Uh
0:13This goes out to you
0:15This goes out to you and you and you and you
0:20Biggie
0:21This goes out to you
0:24This goes out to you
0:25Biggie
0:26This goes out to you and you and you and you
0:30Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
0:32As I crush so-called willies thugs and rapper-dons
0:35Get in that a*s quick fast like ramadan
0:38Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda f**k poppa
0:41You got ta call me francis m.h. white
0:44In tank-light totes tote iron
0:46Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin
0:49Keep extra clips for extra s**t
0:51Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
0:53The mo shady tell em Frankie baby
0:56Ain't no tellin where I may be
0:57May see me in d.c. at howard homecomin
1:00With my man capone dumbin f**kin somethin
1:03You should know my steelo
1:04Went from ten g's for blow to thirty g's a show
1:07To orgies with h*es I never seen before
1:10So jesus get off the notorious
1:13Penis before I squeeze and bust
1:15If the beef between us we can settle it
1:17With the chrome and metal s**t
1:18I make it hot like a kettle get
1:20You're delicate you better get who sent ya
1:23You still pedal s**t I got more rides than great adventure
1:26Biggie how are you gonna do it
1:28Do it
1:29Kick in the door wavin the four-four
1:31All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
1:34Kick in the door wavin the four-four
1:36All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
1:39Kick in the door wavin the four-four
1:42All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
1:44Kick in the door wavin the four-four
1:47All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
1:50On ya mark get set when I spark ya wet
1:52Look how dark it get when ya marked with death
1:55Should I start your breath should I let you die
1:58In fear you start to cry ask why
2:00Lyrically I'm worser don't front the word sick
2:03You cursed it but rehearsed it
2:05I drop unexpectedly like bird s**t
2:07You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
2:11Don't forget the publishin I punish em I'm done with them
2:14Son I'm surprised you run with them
2:16I think they got cum in them cause they nothin but d**ks
2:19Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
2:22Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick
2:24Got pay off my flow rhyme with my own click
2:27Take trips to cairo layin with yo b***h
2:29I know you prayin you was rich f**kin prick
2:32When I see ya I'ma
2:33Kick in the door wavin the four-four
2:35All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
2:38Kick in the door wavin the four-four
2:40All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
2:43Kick in the door wavin the four-four
2:46All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
2:49Kick in the door wavin the four-four
2:51All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
2:54This goes out for those that choose to use
2:56Disrespectful views on the king of NY
2:59F**k that why try throw bleach in your eye
3:01Now ya braille in it stash that light s**t or scalin it
3:05Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
3:07Sold more powder than johnson and johnson
3:10Tote steel like bronson vigilante
3:12You wanna get on son you need to ask me
3:15Ain't no other king in this rap thing
3:17They siblings nothing but my chil'ren
3:19One shot they disappearin
3:21Its ill when MC's used to be on cruddy s**t
3:23Took home ready to die listened studied s**t
3:26Now they on some money s**t successful out the blue
3:28They light weight fragilly my nine milly
3:31Make the white shake that's why my money never funny
3:34And you still recoupin stupid
3:36Stupid stupid stupid
Biggie Uh uh-uh Uh This goes out to you This goes out to you and you and you and you Biggie This goes out to you This goes out to you Biggie This goes out to you and you and you and you Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies thugs and rapper-dons Get in that a*s quick fast like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda f**k poppa You got ta call me francis m.h. white In tank-light totes tote iron Was told in shootouts stay low and keep firin Keep extra clips for extra s**t Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap The mo shady tell em Frankie baby Ain't no tellin where I may be May see me in d.c. at howard homecomin With my man capone dumbin f**kin somethin You should know my steelo Went from ten g's for blow to thirty g's a show To orgies with h*es I never seen before So jesus get off the notorious Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us we can settle it With the chrome and metal s**t I make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate you better get who sent ya You still pedal s**t I got more rides than great adventure Biggie how are you gonna do it Do it Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more On ya mark get set when I spark ya wet Look how dark it get when ya marked with death Should I start your breath should I let you die In fear you start to cry ask why Lyrically I'm worser don't front the word sick You cursed it but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird s**t You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishin I punish em I'm done with them Son I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them cause they nothin but d**ks Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that's sick Got pay off my flow rhyme with my own click Take trips to cairo layin with yo b***h I know you prayin you was rich f**kin prick When I see ya I'ma Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door wavin the four-four All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the king of NY F**k that why try throw bleach in your eye Now ya braille in it stash that light s**t or scalin it Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight Sold more powder than johnson and johnson Tote steel like bronson vigilante You wanna get on son you need to ask me Ain't no other king in this rap thing They siblings nothing but my chil'ren One shot they disappearin Its ill when MC's used to be on cruddy s**t Took home ready to die listened studied s**t Now they on some money s**t successful out the blue They light weight fragilly my nine milly Make the white shake that's why my money never funny And you still recoupin stupid Stupid stupid stupid
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