The Notorious B.I.G. - Da B Side (Clean Version) lyrics

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] B Side, B side, ha ha... Check it... So So Def... Bad Boy... Collaboration... (Listen to the B side) The Notorious B.I.G. in the house... We got Da Brat in the house... (Listen to the B side) And me, ha... Y'all know who I be... Check it (Check it...) [JD] I got beats and beats that you love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what, I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck, cause your Correct way to get your groove on Flossed And I paid the costs, to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you can't mess with They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the B.I.G. and my new found friend [Brat] Slidin' in from the front, never way behind You tryin' to figure how I came with this style of mine, remain In your seats as I release the clip Into your hip Brat and Biggie Smalls [B.I.G.] Aw sh** On top of all that, I'm So, So Remarkable flow, making competition know Ain't an MC coming close to The Notorious B.I.G., baby baby (Oh) [Chorus: Manuel Seal] Lay all night (Night...) (Listen to the B side) Everybody just, Lay all night (Night...) (listen to the B side) [B.I.G.] I never knew that you never had a clue On who was the king of the street Four deep in a Range Rover jeep Guns under the seat And my man just came home from work, release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air [Brat] Now Biggie pa** what's lit like you just don't care [B.I.G.] Yeah, you're on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist, baby No human being, Korean or European Be seein', what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein' In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak Brat-tat-tat, please speak [Brat] Just close your eyes, cause you already see (Who) The Notorious B.R.A.T [B.I.G.] The raw combination, destination Number one tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the Funkdafied cutie pie Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side If you mess with her, you got to mess with me And we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby (So) [Chorus] Lay all night (Night...) ( as Listen to the B side) Uh ay ay, Lay all night (Night...) (listen to the B side) Ha ha [Jermaine Dupri] Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak [Da Brat] I got the Funk in my pocket, keep it locked down The soldier you know who represent them, platinum sounds Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy Didn't find nothin' but truth In the hook be a pledging to wreck With a notorious hustler Ready To Die, I Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit, So So Def And told the homey JD I was the one above the rest, we Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teachin' me, how to really survive Whether it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted Knucka We comin' ma**, his pimpin' a** His gla** is full of Moet, the Rolex is Bar-bayed, parkade B to the R-A-T Rolling off swoll' on chrome seventeen [Chorus] Lay all night (Night...) (Listen to the B side) Uh uh give it what you want give it what you want, Lay all night (Night...) (listen to the B side) [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] Oh yeah haha uh uh uh Lay back Listen to the B-Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters, huh We be the rhyme writers Starters Hardest From the heart of College Park, New York Chicago Wherever you wanna go