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Video Karaoke Gimme the Loot - The Notorious B.I.G.

Este tema es una versión de Gimme the Loot, que popularizó The Notorious B.I.G.

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Mismo tempo que el original: 94.03 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: SI♭m

Duración: 05:00 - Escuchar en: 01:15

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Fecha de publicación: 1994
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Busta Rhymes, Q Tip, Christopher Martin, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Keith Elam, Fred Lee Scruggs, Malik Izaak Taylor, Christopher Wallace, Osten S Harvey, Jr., James Jackson, Tyrone Taylor, Chylow M Parker, Kirk Jones, Bryan Higgins

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Letra Gimme the Loot

Yeah
Motherfuckers better know
Huh huh
Lock your windows
Close your doors
Biggie Smalls
Uh yeah
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 ninety-three
I'm ready to get this paper G
You with me
Motherfuckin' right
My pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that
Just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat the TEC is to his back
Word is bond
Imma smoke him
Yo don't fake no moves
What
Treat it like boxin'
Stick and move
Stick and move
Nigga you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point blank
A motherfucker sure to die
That's my word
Nigga even try to bogard
Have his mother singin'
It's so hard
Yes love
Love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches too
Up the herrin' bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're ******
Give me the baby rings and the Number-One-Mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille
Shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal
I rob and steal
'Cos mom duke ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter
I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh word to mother
I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack
Where the paper at
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Big up, big up
It's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and headpiece
The opposite of peace
Sendin' mom duke a wreath
You're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant
'Cos when I lick shots them shits is persistent
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
Three fifty-seven slug
And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
Huh one in the chamber
Thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip
Yeah nigga peel
Yeah nigga
Peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta
Puttin' all the holes in your sweater
The money-getter
Motherfuckers don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets
Motherfuckers can't stop it
Man niggas come through
I'm takin' high school rings too
Bitches get ****** for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her
I'm takin' her door knockers
And if she's resistant
Blakka blakka blakka
So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it
What the fuck he gonna do
I hope apologetic or Imma have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it
Hey bitch
When he's stickin' you
Hey bitch
Gimme your money bitch and takin' all your money
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Man listen
All this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Ooh money looks sweet
Where at
Man I throw him in the fiend
In the Isuzu Jeep you grab the fuckin' cream
And if he start to scream
Bom bom, have a nice dream
Hold up
He got a fuckin' bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds
She think she a superstar
Ooh Biggie let me jack her
I'll kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat
Yo chill shorty
Let me do that
Just get the fuckin' car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked gettin' shot on the spot
Oh shit the cops
Be cool fool
They ain't gonna roll up
All they want is fuckin' doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep lookin'
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home
Ain't tryin' to see
Central Booking
Oh shit
Now he lookin' in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fuckin' chase
So lace up your boots 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker goin' out for the loot
Take that motherfuckers

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