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the notorious b.i.g. - hands in da air (what up gangsta) lyrics

[intro: dj vlad]
brooklyn, stand up
bad boy, flipmode
(what!)
what up, gangsta? (check it)

[verse: the notorious b.i.g.]
to my motherf-ckin’ man 50 grand, the alcoholic man
inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
biggie smalls, the p-ssy stroker
mc provoker, chocolate thai smoker (huh?)!
i like to max in maximas and acuras
your girl b-ttcheeks i’m smackin (huh?!)
the raw rapper, spine snapper
with the little hookers on my lap-ah
you know the flavor mack-ah
a shy n-gga but i ain’t your f-ckin’ comforter
and if i ever fall in love i bet i’m f-ckin’ her
ask the hooker, if i didn’t jook her
if she tried to front, then i drop the chucky booker on her
why you wanna..
play your games on me? (what up, gangsta?)
b-tch, you crazy?
commitments, i’m swayze, no time for the ill sh-t
rest with the n-ggas on that real blood-spill sh-t
my rapping tactics are drastic
stretchin’ motherf-ckers like mr. fantastic
so if you wanna see my pedigree
you better be, filled with energy, n-ggas never gettin’ me

[hook: the notorious b.i.g.]
if you feel the funk drippin’ through ya b-ttcheeks
grab up on a honey, if she don’t wanna speak
throw your hands in the air
wave ’em like you don’t care
the notorious!
ya know, if ya
feel the funk just drippin’ to ya b-ttcheeks
grab a honey, if she don’t wanna speak
throw your hands in the air
wave ’em like you don’t care
the notorious! (what up, gangsta?)

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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