I Got A Story To Tell-The Notorious B.I.G.

[00:00.000] 作词 : Best, Notorious BIG [00:00.573] 作曲 : Anthony Best/Chucky Thompson/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Combs [00:01.146] [00:06.843][Intro] [00:07.379]Who y'all talkin' to, man? [00:10.298]Uhh, check it out, check it out [00:10.663]This, here, goes out to all the n！ggas [00:11.486]That be ****ing mad b*****s [00:12.262]In other n1ggas cribs [00:13.834]Thinkin' sh1t is sweet [00:16.772]Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha [00:19.575]Live n1ggas respect it—check it [00:21.774][Verse] [00:22.507]I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya [00:24.585]Even left all my mother****in' hoes for ya [00:27.504]n1ggas think Frankie p***y-whipped [00:29.875]n1ggas, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-ma-tac [00:32.175]We don't get down like that [00:33.553]Lay my game down quite flat [00:35.250]Sweetness, where you parked at? [00:37.185]Petiteness, but that ass fat [00:39.082]She got a body make a n1ggas wanna eat that [00:41.429]I'm ****ing with you [00:42.778]The nigga official, though, **** harder than a missile, yo [00:45.266]Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio [00:47.818]Yo, the nigga push a double-oh [00:50.467]With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt [00:53.197]Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her [00:55.430]Find the deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh? [00:58.086]Then we all get laced [01:01.096]Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em [01:03.343]The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit [01:05.393]She get d**k from a player off the New York Knicks [01:07.836]N1gga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush [01:10.385]She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush [01:12.849]We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous [01:15.518]I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz [01:18.058]My 112, CD blast, I was past [01:20.678]She came twice, I came last, roll the grass [01:23.199]She giggle, saying "I'm smoking on home-grown" [01:25.850]Then I heard the moan, "Honey, I'm home!" [01:28.424]Yep, tote chrome for situations like this [01:30.972]I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this [01:33.491]Now I'm like, "b***h, you better talk to him" [01:36.117]Before this fifth put a spark to him [01:38.052]I Got A Story To Tell, Life After Death, **** around, shit get dark to him, put a part through hi [01:40.105]Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..." [01:44.150]She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer [01:46.223]Gettin' hot like a toaster, I ****s the toast, ugh [01:48.234]Before my eyes could blink [01:51.668]She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!" [01:53.770]He go back downstairs, more time to think [01:55.616]Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient [01:58.962]She don't know I'm cool as a fan [02:01.566]Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man [02:04.322]But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill though [02:07.146]Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo [02:09.562]It came to me like a song I wrote [02:11.716]Told the b***h, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope" [02:14.185]Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face [02:16.741]Roped the b***h up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase [02:19.446]Play the cut, n1gga coming off some Love Potion sh1t [02:22.151]Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless [02:24.959]Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash! [02:27.229]A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!" [02:29.964]N1gga pulling mad Gs out the floor [02:32.529]Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door [02:34.732]Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell [02:37.374]"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell", uhh... [02:39.314]Primis Player Placeholder [02:41.514]Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gonna believe what the **** happened to me. Remember that b***h I left the club with man? [02:44.127]Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this shit playa this ****in' run them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit. [02:51.925]I'm up in the spot, so. I don't know, I don't know. One of them six-five n1ggas, [02:56.629]I don't know. Anyway, I'm up in the mother****in' spot. [03:00.694]So boom I'm up in the p***y, whatever whatever. [03:02.387]I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot. [03:11.595]Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook, Daddy—but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always. [03:21.642]You know how we do. [03:23.954]So anyway the n1gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps, the b***h all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. [03:31.596]She gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man! I'm the n1gga, you know how we do it, n1gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****in' face. [03:36.355]Gagged that b***h up, played the kizzack. [03:40.910]Soon this n1gga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. [03:51.592]Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin, word to mother! Ahh **** it. [04:01.489]This n1gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers. [04:14.308](I told you that b***h was a sheisty b***h cuz! Word to mother I used to **** her cousin' but you ain't know that! [04:17.378]You wouldn't know that sh1t. Really though.) [04:19.544]I threw all that mother****in' money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) [04:22.503]Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out] [04:24.263]