Gimme the Loot lyrics

Motherfuckas better know

I'm a bad baad baaaad (Kid Hood)

Lock your windows

Close your doors

Biggie Smalls

[deep]

My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib

Turned his self in, he had to do a bid

A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93

I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

[shrill]

Motherfuckin' right

My pockets lookin' kinda tight

And I'm stressed

Yo Biggie, let me get the vest

[deep]

No need for that, just grab the fuckin' Gat

The first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his back

Word is bond, I'mma smoke him, yo don't fake no moves

Treat it like boxing, stick and move! stick and move!

[shrill]

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit

I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same 4-5

2 point blank, a motherfucka's sure to die

That's my word, nigga even try to bogart

Have his mother singing "It's so haard"

[deep]

Yes love, love your fuckin' attitude

Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed

And bruised up from the pistol whippin'

Wheps on the neck from the necklace strippin'

Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches too

Up the herringbones and bamboos

I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant

Gimme the baby rings and the "#1 Mom" pendant

[shrill]

I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal

'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit

So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter

Word to mother, I'm dangerous

Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust

When I bust my Gat, motherfuckas take dirt naps

I'm all that, and a dime sack. Where the paper at?

When he's sticking you, and taking all your money (Guru)

[hook]

Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!

[deep]

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up

And I'm shooting niggas quick, if ya hiccough

Don't let me fill my clip up

In ya back and headpiece

The opposite of peace

Sending Mom duke a wreath

You're talking to the robbery expert

Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt

Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant

'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent

[shrill]

Goodness gracious the papers!

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

Nigga pass that

Before you get your grave dug

From the main thug, .357 slug

And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip

[deep]

1 in the chamber 32 in the clip

Motherfuckas better strip

[together]

Yeah nigga, peel!

[deep]

Before you find out how my blue steel feel

[shrill]

From the Beretta putting all the holes in ya sweata'

The money-getta', motherfuckas don't know betta'

Rolex watches and colorful Swatches

I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it

[deep]

Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too

Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers

And if she's resistant: Blakka! Blakka! Blakka!

[shrill]

So go get your man bitch

He can get robbed too

[deep]

Tell him Biggie took it

What the fuck he gonna do?

[shrill]

Man I hope apologetic

Or I'm a have to set it

And if I set it

The cocksucker won't forget it!

[hook]

[shrill]

Man, listen

All this walking is hurting my feet

Ooo money looks sweet

[deep]

Where?

[shrill]

In the Isuzu jeep

[deep]

Man I throw him in the Beem

You grab the fuckin' cream

And if he start to scream

Bom bom! Have a nice dream

Hold up

He got a fuckin' bitch in the car

Fur coats and diamonds

She think she a superstar!

[shrill]

Ooh Biggie let me jack her!

I'll kick her in the back

Hit her with the Gat

[deep]

Chill shorty, let me do that

Just get the fuckin' car keys

And cruise up the block

The bitch act shocked

Gettin' shot on the spot

[shrill]

Oh shit the cops!

[deep]

Be cool, fool, they ain't gonna roll up

All they want is fuckin' doughnuts

[shrill]

So why he keep lookin'?

[deep]

I guess to get his life tooken

I just came home, ain't trying to see central bookin'

Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face

You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase

So lace up your boots 'cause I'm about to shoot

A true motherfucka going out for the loot!

Take that motherfuckers (Ice Cube)