Warning (2007 Remaster)
The Notorious B.I.G"Warning (2007 Remaster)" is a song by The Notorious B.I.G, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:35 long and contains 93 lines and 580 words.
Lyrics
0:00Warning (Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G.
0:17Who the f**k is this?
0:18Pagin me at 5:46
0:19In the mornin,
0:21Crack of dawn an'
0:22Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye
0:25See who's this pagin me and why
0:28It's my ni**a Pop from the barbershop
0:30Told me he was in the gamblin spot,
0:32And heard the intricate plot
0:33Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
0:36Slow down love, please chill,
0:38Drop the caper
0:39Remember them niggaz from
0:40The hill up in Brownsville?
0:42That you rolled dice wit,
0:43Smoked blunts, and got nice wit
0:45Yeah my ni**a Fame up in Prospect
0:47Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
0:50I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
0:53That you knew from back when,
0:54When you was clockin minor figures
0:56Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
0:58And they wanna stick the knife
1:00Through your windpipe slow
1:01So thank Fame for warnin me cause
1:04Now I'm warnin you
1:05I got the mac ni**a tell me what you gonna do
1:07Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper
1:10Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper
1:13Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper
1:15Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper
1:18They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
1:21With the Texas license plates outta state
1:23They heard about the pounds
1:25You got down in Georgetown
1:26And they heard you got half
1:28Of Virginia locked down
1:29They even heard about the crib
1:31You bought your moms out in Florida
1:32The fifth corridor
1:34Call the coroner!
1:35There's gonna be a lot of slow singin,
1:37And flower bringin
1:38If my burgular alarm starts ringin
1:41Whatcha think all the guns is for?
1:43All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
1:46And I feed 'em gunpowder,
1:48So they can devour
1:49The criminals, tryin to drop my decimals
1:52Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream
1:54And it ain't a dream,
1:55Things ain't always what it seem
1:57It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha,
2:00See your picture
2:00Now they wanna grab
2:02They guns and come and getcha
2:03Betcha Biggie won't slip
2:04I got the calico with the black
2:06Talons loaded in the clip
2:08So I can rip through the ligaments
2:10Put the f**kaz in a bad predicament,
2:12Where all the foul niggaz went
2:14Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
2:16Buck what I'm a hit you
2:18With you motherf**kers betta duck
2:20I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
2:22Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it
2:25Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
2:28So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole
2:31I f**k around and get hardcore
2:33C-4 to ya door no beef no more ni**a
2:36Feel the rough, scandalous
2:38The more w**d smoke I puff,
2:40The more dangerous
2:42I don't give a f**k about you or your weak crew
2:45What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?
2:48I'm not runnin, ni**a I bust my gun in
2:50Hold on, I hear somebody comin
2:56I'm only comin to pass the gat
2:58Just bring your motherf**kin a** on, come on
3:02Are we gettin close, huh?
3:03It's right over here
3:06Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
3:08Yeah I'm sure motherf**ker, c'mon!
3:10Ahh f**k it better be his motherf**kin house
3:15F**k right here.
3:20This better be this motherf**ker's house
3:22Oh sh*t! What, what's wrong?
3:24It's that red dot on your head man!
3:26What red dot? Oh sh*t!
3:30You got a red dot on your head too!
3:35Ohh sh*t!
Warning (Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G. Who the f**k is this? Pagin me at 5:46 In the mornin, Crack of dawn an' Now I'm yawnin wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin me and why It's my ni**a Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gamblin spot, And heard the intricate plot Of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor Slow down love, please chill, Drop the caper Remember them niggaz from The hill up in Brownsville? That you rolled dice wit, Smoked blunts, and got nice wit Yeah my ni**a Fame up in Prospect Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz That you knew from back when, When you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife Through your windpipe slow So thank Fame for warnin me cause Now I'm warnin you I got the mac ni**a tell me what you gonna do Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus With the Texas license plates outta state They heard about the pounds You got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half Of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida The fifth corridor Call the coroner! There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, And flower bringin If my burgular alarm starts ringin Whatcha think all the guns is for? All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder, So they can devour The criminals, tryin to drop my decimals Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, Things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, See your picture Now they wanna grab They guns and come and getcha Betcha Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black Talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the f**kaz in a bad predicament, Where all the foul niggaz went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'm a hit you With you motherf**kers betta duck I bring pain, blood stains on what remains Of his jacket he had a gun he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole I f**k around and get hardcore C-4 to ya door no beef no more ni**a Feel the rough, scandalous The more w**d smoke I puff, The more dangerous I don't give a f**k about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? I'm not runnin, ni**a I bust my gun in Hold on, I hear somebody comin I'm only comin to pass the gat Just bring your motherf**kin a** on, come on Are we gettin close, huh? It's right over here Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man? Yeah I'm sure motherf**ker, c'mon! Ahh f**k it better be his motherf**kin house F**k right here. This better be this motherf**ker's house Oh sh*t! What, what's wrong? It's that red dot on your head man! What red dot? Oh sh*t! You got a red dot on your head too! Ohh sh*t!
Translation
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