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the notorious b.i.g. – for the macs and dons lyrics

[intro]
uh, it’s going out to all the pimps and macs
y’all know the flavour, brooklyn style
you know how we do, uh, yeah
all the macs and the dons in the house
playa playaz, playa, playa, let these hoes know
one, two

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
is it true, all i wanna do is screw?
drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? ooh!
i flip skins like mary lou
so what ya gonna do when (aicha) come for you, boo
i got girls that look like toni braxton
and give me the skins without askin’
when i’m relaxin’ on my back and you know what time it is, uh
but if it’s red man, i’ll leave it alone
she can call me on my cellular phone
and i mess around and pick you up
take you to the crib, stick you up
put on my silk cd and l!ck you up and down
’til you say stop, hit the tw-t, ’til your pops call the cops
and when i make bail outta jail, i’ma wail on that tail
because the s-x never fails

[hook]
i am, so amazing, so amazing, so amazing and i been waiting
is it my charm? i got the hookers eatin’ out my palm
this is for the macs and dons
is it my charm? i got the hookers eatin’ out my palm

[verse 2]
“what kind a girls do you like?”
well, that’s various
i like long hair or them halle berry cuts
real big b-tts, yeah, thick with lip stick
’cause when it come to girls i’m optimistic
like the sounds of blackness
i don’t need practice in the sack it’s natural
i break your back in
i pop coochies like my homeboy luke
guaranteed to knock your trees off your timbo boots
you don’t get p-ssy whipped, you whip that p-ssy
hit it from the back ’til it get real cushy, baby
good s-x is what i’m startin’
i get the skin so wet, i make the -ss start fartin’
and i pray that d-ck don’t slip
’cause then i’m hearin’ this sh-t: “that’s not it”
and then i just ride ’til the sun rise
and when i’m done i wipe the c-m on her thighs

[verse 3]
this is going out to the pimps and macs
that hit skins ’til their broad catch a asthma attack
but not even pamatti miss could resist
the way i jumped up and diss the cl-toris
all i wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom
smoke a little boom, get some head in the bedroom
and then i whisper soft in the ear
you ain’t got to home but you got to leave from here
simple and plain no strings attached
i’m lettin’ you know that i’m a certified mac
i hit skins ’til the leg cramp
so, on the first i can get half the check and half the stash

all the playaz in ’94, recognize
something d full effect, baby, baby
uh, uh yeah, f-ck all you b-tches

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