It looks like you are browsing from United States. Please select your region for the best experience.
No thank you

Video Karaoke Big Poppa - The Notorious B.I.G.

Este tema es una versión de Big Poppa, que popularizó The Notorious B.I.G.

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
?

El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

Con tu compra podrás descargar el vídeo tantas veces como quieras en todos estos formatos.

Acerca de

Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: 85 BPM

Tonalidad de la canción: Am

Duración: 04:17 - Escuchar en: 01:08

LETRA EXPLÍCITA

Fecha de publicación: 1995
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Notorious B.I.G., Ronald Isley, Kelly Isley, Rudolph Isley, Ernest Isley, Marvin Isley, Christopher Howard Jasper

Todos los archivos disponibles para descargar son pistas reproducidas, no es la música original.

Letra Big Poppa

Uh, uh check it out uh
Junior Mafia uh
Uh, yeah, yeah, now funk
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace allow me
To lace dese lyrical douches in your bushes
Who rock grooves an' make move wit all the mommies
Da back o' da club sippin'
Moet is where you find me
The back of the club mackin' hoes my crew's behind me
Mad question askin' blunt passin' music blastin'
Bud that jus' can't quit because one o' dese hunnies
Biggie got to creep wit
Sleep wit keep da epi secret why not
Why blow up my spot 'cos we both got hot now check it
I got more mack than crankin' in da bed
Believe me sweetie
I got enough to feed the needy uh
No need to get greedy
I got mad friends wit Benzes
C notes by the layers true fuckin' players uh
Jump in the Rover an' come over tell ya friends
Jump in the GF3 I got the chronic by the tree
Throw ya hands in the air ya if you's a true player
To the hunnies gittin' money playin niggas like dummies hu
Ya got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
'Cos I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby baby
Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most o' dese niggas think dey be mackin' but dey be actin'
Who dey attracin' wit dat line what's yo name what's yo sign
Soon as he buy dat wine I jus' creep up from behind uh
An' ask you what your interest's are who you be wit
Things that make you smile what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while
I'm gon' call my crew
You go call your crew we can rendez-vous at the bar around two
Plans to leave throw the keys to little Ceaz'
Pull the truck up front an' roll up the next blunt
So we could scheme on the way to the tele go fill my belly
A T bone steak cheese eggs an' Welch's grape
Conversate fo' a few 'cos in a few we gon' do what
We came to do ain't dat right Beau
Forget the tele we jus' go to the crib
An' watch a movie in the Ja'coszi smoke el's while you do me
Throw ya hands in the air ya if you's a true player
To the hunnies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies
Ya got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
'Cos I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby baby
In mansion an' Benzes givin' ends to
My friends an' it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream fuck a dollar an' a dream uh
Still token' strapped wit infra red beams what
Choppin' ohs smokin' line Optimo's
Money hoes an' clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure whatever
I had to find
The buried treasure so grams
I had to measure
However livin' better now
Gucci sweater now
Drop top BMs
I'm the man girlfriend
Throw ya hands in the air ya if you's a true player
To the hunnies gittin' money playin' niggas like dummies
Ya got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
'Cos I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby baby
Uh, check it out while I fool shit for the house
Put that in Biggie Smalls
Junior Mafia representin' baby baby uh

Queda prohibida su reproducción

Informar de un error en la letra

Enviar Cancelar