Notorious B.I.G. - Dirty B Side Lyrics
Intro: jermaine dupriB side, b side, ha, check itSo so def ... bad boy ... collaborationThe notorious big in the houseWe got da brat in the houseAnd me, yall know who I beCheck it ...I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride toFunk for your trunk is what I provide youSo slide through your hood with me in your deckCause your correct way to get your groove on flompsAnd I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid*****ed around and made some shit you cant ***** withThey thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back againBack with the big and my new-found friend[da brat]Sliding in from the front, never way behindNiggas wonder how I came with this style of mineRemain in your seats as I release the clip into yo hipBrat and biggie smalls...[nortorious b.i.g.]Aw, shit!On top of all that, Im so, so remarkable,Flow to make you mother*****ers knowAint an mc coming close to touch*****es I like to *****, guns I like to bust, so...Chorus (2x): manuel sealLay on back, light up the bluntsAs we give you mother*****ers just what you want[notorious b.i.g.]I never knew, niggas had a clueOn who was the king of the streetMore deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seatAnd my nigga just came home from work, releaseCristal in my lap, chronic in the air(brat: nigga, pass that shit like you just dont care)Yeah, you on my shit list, biggie burns spliffsWhen Im pissed, release the rolex from your wristNigga, no human being, korean or europeanBe seein what big be seein, I leave em peeinIn they draws, because biggie smallsIs far from weak -- brat-tat-tat, please speak ...(brat: nigga, close your eyes, cause you already seeThe notorious b-r-a-t)The raw combination, the destination,Number one tote a gun with no hestiationLive with the funkdafied cutie pieGat by the thigh, the smalls by her sideIf you ***** with her you got to ***** with meAnd well be rapping at your mother*****in eulogy, so ...ChorusJermaine dupri:Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...[da brat]I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked downThe nigga you know who represent them platinuim soundsNow baby biggie, I done heard that juicyDidnt find nuthin but truth, in the hook bYoure pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to dieJump in the benz, took me a little rideRound the mountain, broke a left, hit sosodefAnd told the nigga jd I was the one, ***** the restWe funkdafied, kicking it liveRobin leach teach a nigga how to really surviveWhether it be track or blunt, aint no need to frontGot what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, niggaWe comin mass, his pimpin ass, his glass is full of moetThe rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r-a, tRolling off swoll on chrome 17ChorusOutro: jermaine dupriLay back, listen to the b-sideSlide, glide, do whatever you wantGet out your lightersWe be the rhyme writersStarters ... from the heart of college park,New york, chicago ... wherever you wanna go
