One More Chance



Verse One:

First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathin' but penetration, unless it smells like sanitation Garbage, I turn like door knobs Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi Girls pee pee when they see me Navajos creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet Stop it - if you think they gonna make a prophet Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it in two, as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin First I talk about how I dresses this In diamond necklasses - stretched Lexuses The sex is just immaculate from the back I get Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the climax that your man can't make Call him, tell him you'll be home real late and sing the break

Chorus:

One more chance Biggie give me one more chance

Verse Two:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan Schemin', don't leave ya girl round me True player for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringin bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me, meet me at twelve Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes? While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke - tongue all down her throat Nothin' left to do but send her home to you I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

Chorus

Verse Three:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me? We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls The envy of all women, crush linen Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em The finest women I love with a passion Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin High fashion - flyin' into all states Sexin' me while ya man masturbates Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds Lyrically I'm supposed to represent I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

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