Monster Mashes - Big Medina [Aer vs. Notorious B.I.G.] | Текст песни

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• Monster Mashes
• Big Medina [Aer vs. Notorious B.I.G.]

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sipping Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie got is to creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fucking players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree

If the sun shines, off my eyes, I fall to my feet, the skies, are a clear blue, my blind fold to grey
Walking through the field, into, the textures on my hand are sliding, flowing, through

Straight up honey really I'm asking
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be acting
Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gone' be here for a while, I'm gone' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, because in a few, we gone' do
What we came to do, isn’t that right boo [truuuueee]
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me

If the sun shines, off my eyes, I fall to my feet, the skies, are a clear blue, my blind fold to grey
Walking through the field, into, the textures on my hand are sliding, flowing, through

In mansion and Benz's
Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Chopin o's, smoking lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend