Drugs Lyrics

Drugs lyrics

featuring Notorious B.I.G.

[BIG] Never a flaw
[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!

Chorus