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  Uh 
  Come on 
  It goes B to the I to the G so proper
  Missy and Big Poppa 
  Call us chief knockers
  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, youre drugs baby
  Dont you know Im the ultimate? To get this nookie, be fortunate
  Just like tastin pussy with pork in it
  People stop when Im walkin in, Im twist-in twistin em
  Back on ten, Im talkin bout like when Mase come back again
  My skis is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin
  Im mackin yo slackin, reaction makes yall dicks grin
  Im mo better than gold diggers with figures
  Mo bigger than Jiggas and even Paris Hiltons
  Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
  Me wont give you none
  Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
  The ultimate rush, get high baby
  Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
  Me wont give you none
  Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
  The ultimate rush, the drugs baby
   
  [Verse Two: B.I.G. & Missy Elliott
  Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with em
  Hit em and forget em and go handle my business
  I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin all the time
  Yo ex girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime, nigga
  What is it with you, all you wanna do is lay around
  And stay around and get mad when I play around
  I like to lay never work, put your money in my purse
  To the mall, I go search matchin shoes for my skirt
  Tuesday I saw you on the zee, but you still wanna get wit me
  Wednesday is the Benz day, thats what your friends say
  Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin mens
  And spendin dividends, blowin like the wind
   
  So I guess you think Im slippin cause I aint flippin
  Baby, Im Big Poppa, aint no need to be trippin
  I aint trippin nor flippin, Im just liquor sippin
  At the bar, tippin wit your money, can you pay the difference?
  It seems like its a waste of time, thats why I wrote the rhyme
  I hear you jump in every car, except for mines
  Nigga, I dont jump in cars, Im a superstar
  Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall
  All I do all day is drink Tanqueray
  Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face
  Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features
  My waste, my physique, me dont want freak-a-leek
  Should I wine and dine? You put ring on your fingers
  While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers
  Sex will never linger, hold up, put up the blinkers
  I flow just like sprinklers, give yo ass the middle finger
  You better slow your roll baby, you aint got enough dough to pay me
  You know the pin number, just page me when you will baby