Notorious B.I.G. - Dirty B Side lyrics

rate me

Intro: Jermaine Dupri

B Side, B side, ha, check it

So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration

The Notorious BIG in the house

We got Da Brat in the house

And me, y'all know who I be

Check it ...

I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to

Funk for your trunk is what I provide you

So slide through your hood with me in your deck

Cause your correct way to get your groove on Flossin

I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid

Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with

They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again

Back with the Big and my new-found friend

[Da Brat]

Sliding in from the front, never way behind

Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine

Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip

Brat and Biggie Smalls...

[Nortorious B.I.G.]

Aw, shit!

On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,

Flow to make you motherfuckers know

Ain't an MC coming close to touch

Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...

Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal

Lay on nite, light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

[Notorious B.I.G.]

I never knew, niggas had a clue

On who was the king of the street

More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat

And my nigga just came home from work, release

Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air

(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)

Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs

when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist

Nigga, no human being, Korean or European

be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'

in they draws, because Biggie Smalls

Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...

(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see

the Notorious B-R-A-T)

The raw combination, the destination,

Number one tote a gun with no hestiation

Live with the funkdafied cutie pie

Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side

If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me

And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

Chorus

Jermaine Dupri:

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...

[Da Brat]

I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down

The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds

Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy

Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B

You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die

jump in the Benz, took me a little ride

round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef

and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest

We Funkdafied, kicking it live

Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive

Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front

Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga

We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet

The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T

Rolling off slow on chrome 17's

Chorus

Outro: Jermaine Dupri

Lay back, listen to the B-Side

Slide, glide, do whatever you want

Get out your lighters

We be the rhyme writers

Starters ... from the heart of College Park,

New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go