Crush On You

Исполнитель: Notorious B.I.G.
В альбоме: Miscellaneous
Продолжительность: 04:39
Стиль: ХипХоп и Рэп


(Uhh, uh huh)
Lil’ Ceaser
(Uhh, uh hah, Queen Bee)

(Uh huh, that’s me)
Uhh, check it
(Lil’ Kim)

Yo, I be buyin’ ‘em V’s, so all my girls be eyein’ Cease
Comin’ backstage, dyin’ to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin’ wit bunch of foxy women

Why you speed ball with cards that’s invalid?
I get clothes custom made from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it’s all over put your vote in my ballot
It’s my diner, I’m Mel and you’re Alice

Spend a night in Lil’ Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don’t act childish
While you standin’ there with the Crist’ in your cup
If worse come to worse’ keep this on the hush, uhh

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio

But you still don’t pay me no attention
Listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention
He’s a slut, he’s a hoe, he’s a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week

It’s cool, not tryin’ to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Aiyyo Shorty, won’t you go get a bag of the lethal?
I’ll be undressed in the bra, all see through
While you count your jewels, thinkin’ I’ma cheat you
The only one thing I wanna do, is freak you

Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I’ll be doin’ things that you won’t regret
Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed?
(Yes indeed)

I’ma throw shade if I can’t get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade

Who me? Not you, oh yes, who’s he?
I even dig yo’ man’s style but I love yo’ profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don’t blush, just keep this on the hush

While you tryin’ to catch Sea Breeze, I’m in the PV’s
All chrome D3′s, decked out TV’s
CD’s with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don’t be fooled by the baby face

I hope ya not ’cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that’s to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude in the nude

You know I love the way you feel a, sip my tequila
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin’ trees in the dutch

I’m not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick
Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look slick in my six with my Christian LaCroix


Перевод на русский язык:

(Ах, ну да)
Лил’ Цезарь
(ух, ух ха, “Пчелиная матка

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