The Notorious B.I.G. - Hands In Da Air (What Up Gangsta) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Hands In Da Air What Up Gangsta lyrics]
Brooklyn, stand up bad Boy, Flipmode
(WHAT) what up, gangsta? (check it)
If you feel the funk
Drippin' through ya buttcheeks
Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care the Notorious!
To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand
The alcoholic man inject a tall can in his
Bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker (huh?)!
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin (huh?)
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little hookers on my lap ah
You know the flavor Mack ah
A shy nigga but I
Ain't your fuckin' comforter
And if I ever fall in love
I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her
If she tried to front
Then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
Why you wanna
Play your games on me? (What up, gangsta?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggas on
That real blood-spill shit
My rapping tactics are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree
You better be, filled with energy
Niggas never gettin' me
If you feel the funk
Drippin' through ya buttcheeks
Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care the Notorious!
Ya know, if ya
Feel the funk just drippin' to ya buttcheeks
Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care
The Notorious! (What up, Gangsta?)
(WHAT) what up, gangsta? (check it)
If you feel the funk
Drippin' through ya buttcheeks
Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care the Notorious!
To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand
The alcoholic man inject a tall can in his
Bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker (huh?)!
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin (huh?)
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little hookers on my lap ah
You know the flavor Mack ah
A shy nigga but I
Ain't your fuckin' comforter
And if I ever fall in love
I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her
If she tried to front
Then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
Why you wanna
Play your games on me? (What up, gangsta?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggas on
That real blood-spill shit
My rapping tactics are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree
You better be, filled with energy
Niggas never gettin' me
If you feel the funk
Drippin' through ya buttcheeks
Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care the Notorious!
Ya know, if ya
Feel the funk just drippin' to ya buttcheeks
Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak
Throw your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you don't care
The Notorious! (What up, Gangsta?)