Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Notorious B I G - Juicy ------------------------------------------ [Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me Iīd never amount to nothinī, to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlinī in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryinī to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what Iīm sayinī? Uh-ha, itīs all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse 1:] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine SaltīnīPepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanginī pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock ītil my tape popped Smokinī weed and bamboo, sippinī on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappinī Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now Iīm in the limelight īcause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky Iīm blowinī up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood Itīs all good Uh, and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Donīt let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a goal, but not that many īcause youīre the only one Iīll give you good and plenty [Verse 2:] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And Iīm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, itīs the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters īcause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappinī stuff I was too used to packinī gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livinī life without fear Puttinī 5 karats in my baby girlīs ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool īcause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And itīs still all good Uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga [Verse 3:] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldnīt picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two Gīs flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is lounginī Celebratinī every day, no more public housinī Thinkinī back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Acī with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live īCause I went from negative to positive And itīs all... (Itīs all good) ...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh Representinī B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight