Paroles de New biggie city

(* ringin' phone *)
(* ring *)(* ring *)(* ring *)(* ring *)(* ring *)
Biggie sound: hallo
J. glock: hey! biggie get out on the street!
J. glock: c'mon!
Biggie sound: let's go niggaz!

(verse1 - biggie sound)
When the sun comes up my drinks depleted
Simply being better, i'll complete
I'll shoot, i'll blow, i'll warm up
No b.i.g. nigga! no music!!!!
I realize that you want to enrich
Use your gun or use your bitch
Not sure how to do this in my town
Here the weapons simply shoot
Chat with me now
When you blink
My caps go flyin' and his niggas will down
Tears to the ground
You see the glow of my eagle nigger
You can feel who's now the bigger
Yo!

(chorus - j. glock)
Keep doing shit!
Now sing with me
Any motherfucker can prove a cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
So i'm waitin' for you here on the street

(verse2 - jim rampage & (j. glock))
A black benz, (...) not out of my head!
Feel it! feel it! now bounce!
You know what i'm talkin' about?
(ya'll niggas know what i'm about)
That motorcade of luxury cars
Turnin' down his street
You get jealous when you're not with me
The blue blood pulsin' through my veins
Explodin' chains, don't stand in my range
Another day, another dollar and other dead
That diamond bangle doesn't come out of my head
We're followin' him, we're billin'
My bullet-proof cap is sealin'
Get it! get it!

(chorus - j. glock)
Keep doing shit!
Now sing with me
Any motherfucker can prove a cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
So i'm waitin' for you here on the street

(bridge - biggie sound)
Yo! yo! yo!
To all in the bronx!
To all in the brooklyn!
To all in queens bridge!
He'll break out! j. glock!

(verse3 - j. glock)
I devoted a few words for my niggaz
The money flows so that you open the pot
The pain of breakin' a chop
It's smaller than see a nigga beaten by cops
Stop! we're not doomed to flop
Our glory will come! ready for the bump
I'm throwin' in some chump
Don't even frump
'cause my guys know how to do stunts
Hey josh! we smoked that blunt
While rick was shootin' at his nigga hump
Here in n.b.c. who's boss is the t.b.s. thug
His girl was seen fuckin' wit the boss
I'll lay my success!
'cause you know that here we're the best
Come with me!

(chorus - j. glock)
Keep doing shit!
Now sing with me
Any motherfucker can prove a cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
So i'm waitin' for you here on the street (ha-ha)