The Notorious B.I.G., Missy Elliott - Ultimate Rush lyrics

The Notorious B.I.G.

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

[The Notorious B.I.G., Missy Elliott - Ultimate Rush lyrics]

Uh (uh) come on (uh)
It goes B to the I to the G so proper
Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out)
Call us chief knockers

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

Don't you know I'm the ultimate?
To get this nookie, be fortunate
Just like tastin pussy with pork in it
People stop when I'm walkin in
I'm twist-in twistin 'em back on ten
I'm talkin 'bout like when
Mase come back again my ski's is immaculate
My paper stackin keep trackin
I'm mackin yo slackin
Reaction makes ya'll dicks grin
I'm mo' better than gold diggers with figures


Mo' bigger than Jigga's and
Even Paris Hilton's
Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
Me won't give you none
Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
The ultimate rush, get high baby
Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
Me won't give you none
Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
The ultimate rush, the drugs baby

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

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

Now Biggie Smalls is not the type
To fall in love with 'em
Hit 'em and forget 'em and
Go handle my business
I like the kind of whine and dine
Who grindin' all the time
Yo ex girl was a fly, but
Now lucked up on a dime, nigga
What is it with you
All you wanna do is lay around
And stay around and get mad
When I play around i like to lay never work
Put your money in my purse to the mall
I go search matchin' shoes for my skirt
Tuesday I saw you on the zee
But you still wanna get wit me
Wednesday is the Benz day
That's what your friends say
Me and my friends got your Benz
Attractin' mens
And spendin' dividends, blowin' like the wind

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

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

So I guess you think I'm
Slippin' cause I ain't flippin'
Baby, I'm Big Poppa
Ain't no need to be trippin'
I ain't trippin' nor flippin'
I'm just liquor sippin'
At the bar, tippin' wit your money
Can you pay the difference?
It seems like it's a waste of time
That's why I wrote the rhyme
I hear you jump in every car
Except for mines
Nigga, I don't jump in cars, I'm a superstar
Face way to flaw
You should hang me on your wall
All I do all day is drink Tanqueray
Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face
Make me smile, see them teeth
Me look cute down to them features
My waste, my physique
Me don't want freak-a leek
Should I wine and dine? You
Put ring on your fingers
While sex from the next man
In the bedroom lingers
Sex will never linger, hold up
Put up the blinkers
I flow just like sprinklers
Give yo ass the middle finger
You better slow your roll baby
You ain't got enough dough to pay me
You know the pin number
Just page me when you will baby

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

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

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