[Kim] A different kind of high 
 [Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh 
  
 Ladies and gents 
 Your dopest host presents extravagence 
 in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains 
 Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger 
 Throw it to ya jaw, uhh 
 Never a flaw 
 Never before, have you seen such magnificense 
 in the black princess, yesss 
 Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy 
 Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me 
 Call us the Gabbana girls 
 We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us 
 Trust, niggaz lust 
 Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route 
 Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta 
 hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand 
 with the in-sane clan, man listen 
 My position is lieutenant 
 Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it 
 Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy 
 Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy 
 To please me you got to be well off 
 Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off 
  
 Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. 
  
 Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja 
 Sensimilla, can I feel ya 
 All I wanna do is touch ya 
 The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby 
 (repeat) 
  
 Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little 
 To my bitches that suck dick a little 
 While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all 
 High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear 
 Yeah, enough glorifyin 
 Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin 
 bout the clothes they be buyin 
 Some stores won't even let you whores in 
 Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass 
 Kim surpass, all crews 
 Bitches still drinkin booze 
 I sip Cristal and Landcruise 
 Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars 
 Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh 
 Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach 
 like the bag, the Prada mama 
 Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna 
 My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana 
  
 Chorus 
  
 Inhale this, clench your fist 
 Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus 
 Can ya, picture this 
 Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams 
 cause ya fiend for a toke 
 My crew tote Tocques and mink coats 
 On the cell with the boat 
 What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out 
 Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks 
 is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs 
 Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours 
 Boring huh, I'm warnin ya 
 Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch 
 when I fuck with scratch and sniff 
 Now I stacks the shit, practice it 
 So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous 
 So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked 
 The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! 
  
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