Heavy D, TROO-KULA , The Notorious B.I.G. - Jam Session lyrics

The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Heavy D, TROO-KULA , The Notorious B.I.G. - Jam Session lyrics]

Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya! (Representing', uhh)
Comfortable calling in NBA stars
Wiggity wiggity wiggity wiggle wiggity why
Come in Biggie and let them understand

Not even Stan The Man could
Withstand the lyrical punch
You nibble on my double dribble or
Alley oop and the monster dunk
(Ah hah, ya heard this?)
Dig in the trunk Mark
Jackson even Bill Paxton
Give me my props at the lyrical waxin
(ya heard)

Ya heard
Kill the beam cause the heavy one's coming


Shot are being blocked and the
Funky drum is drumming
That's one of those sets where ya
Gotta get wreck or get wrecked
No time to flex, Heavy D is on the set
So what's next?

I'm stripping like Scottie Pippen giving
The serious butt kicking
Breaking bones like Karl Malone
Yeah I'm flippin' or Isaiah
Say ya prayer when I step inta your lair
Leave the lane clear I'm welfare like Lambier

Now in case you didn't know it's
A funk flow side show hip hop here we go
How'd ya know the big belly pro's
Doing his thing
Ting-a-ling-a-ling ting-a-ling-aling
I'm the man, yes I am, now watch me jam
Who I am?

Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
(Biggie smalls)
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
(Buss it, yo)

This time it ain't the shoes
It ain't the shoes, i swear it's me
(Who's that?) The H to the E to
The A or Y dash- D i slam a dunk a bunk
I make a flunky feel the funk
I don't know what it is but I
Got blue funk inside my trunk

One in the chamber like Chambers
Gettin' that close range like Danny
Ainge nobody is stranger
Than the Biggie Smalls, the Brooklyn thumper
With the wicked jumper
You like the way I freak the double jumper

Jump shots, jump shots, I got them for days
Call me radar I'm a star
I don't miss from far
A funky dribbler ball handler
Rough for a verangular
Giving props there you want cocks
And I'm slamming them

Rebounding, Outstanding, no one surrounding
I'm screwing and doing like I was Ewing
The only one soaring and scoring is Jordan
(Ah heh ah heh)
He musta had his Wheaties this morning!

Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam
Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam

(yeah)
Hey maa! Pass my kicks with the ill grip
Quick
Watch it wreck, use the number one draft pick
In my district I'm slick with the b ball
Your curious ask the Heavy or the Notorious
Biggie, who can check me, can he see me?
I'm ghost like the board slave
Five coast to coast
Cause I'm the dread not the baldhead
With the ill vertical, like my man Spud Webb
(uh hahaha) don't push your luck I won't
Spear chuck a 20-footer
Gripping the archive for great sky hook
Look, who's that? You never heard of me
Ever seen a structure that fit's in a jersey
Could you flow like the general
On the hard wood?
To black top courts in ya neighborhood
Yo, Biggie's on the low post
Heavens to swing man
Eh yo, check out the jam

Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam

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