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Notorious Big - Gimme The Loot Lyrics

Gimme the loot Song Lyrics
Gimme the loot by Notorious B.I.G. Yeah
Motherf**kers better know... huh, huh
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherf**king right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f**king gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain sh*t
I've been robbin motherf**kers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherf**ker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes Love, love your f**king attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing b**ches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give f**k if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, sh*t is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cause Mom Duke ain't giving me sh*t
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f**king Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherf**kers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

[Chorus 8X]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cause when I lick shots the sh*ts is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherf**kers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherf**kers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherf**kers can't stop it
Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
b**ches get *strangled* for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"
So go get your man b**ch he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the f**k he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the c**ks**ker won't forget it
(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

[Chorus 8X]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the f**king C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f**king b**ch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that
Just get the f**king car keys and cruise up the block
The b**ch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh sh*t! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is f**king doughnuts
(So why the f**k he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh sh*t, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass cause I ain't with no f**king chase
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherf**ker going out for the loot