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come on ! - cookin' soul lyrics

[intro: the notorious b.i.g]
the n*gga was motherf*ckin hyped up (right?)
the n*gga just grabbed the n*gga, snuffed the n*gga
and it was on from there
the motherf*cker there wasn’t nuttin stoppin him
(what what did the rest of his n*ggas do?)
man the motherf*ckers was just ready for anything
them n*ggas was packin burners
them n*ggas was ready to fight (oh sh*t)
whatever we had to do holmes (uh huh)
n*ggas was on the real flipmo’ holmes (uh huh)
it was just comin out like a motherf*cker (right)
the n*gga amped be like come on
come on motherf*cker!!!

[hook]
come on, motherf*ckеrs, come on
come on, motherf*ckеrs, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on

[verse 1: notorious b.i.g.]
i got seven mac*11’s, about eight .38’s
nine 9’s, ten mac*10’s the sh*ts never end
you can’t touch my riches
even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b*tches
biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
the two weed spots, the two hot glocks
huh, that’s how i got the weed spot
i shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
lil’ gotti got the shotty to your body
so don’t resist or you might miss christmas
i tote guns, i make number runs
i give mcs the runs dripping
when i throw my clip in the ak, i slay from far away
everybody hit the d*e*c*k
my slow flows remarkable, peace to matteo
now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the yayo
that’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
oh my god i’m dropping sh*t like a pigeon
i hope you’re listening, smacking babies at they christening
so you better grab your pistol
’cause if you sit still, i’m gonna make your f*cking sh*t spill
and i’m talking ’bout buckets, why did i have to do it?
sadat said f*ck it, you got a gun, n*gga bust it
’cause i got mo’ shots to pop ya
big poppa, breaking you off something proper
signing off is the hardcore rap singer
aka crack slinger, bring it any time n*gga
[hook]
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on

[verse 2: notorious b.i.g.]
well, why not blow up the spot with sadat?
release the brainstorm to make your motherf*cking brain warm
a strange form, something kind of lyrical
biggie the b*st*rd, sadat’s kind of spiritual
well, in god we trust, guns i bust
got that disgusting, sewer*style dumping
and, uh, do you know where you’re going to?
do you like the things that i bring?
make an mc wanna sing for a living
take the beatdown we f*cking giving
c’mon, motherf*cker!

[hook]
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on
come on, motherf*ckers, come on

- cookin soul lyrics

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