kanye west – kicks open doors (terry urban mix) lyrics

verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.
you wanna sip mo’ on my livin’ room flo’
play nintendo with cease and nino
pick up my phone say, “poppa not home”
s+x all night, mad head in the morn’
spin my v, smoke all my weed
tattoo on titties sayin’ “b.i.g.”, now check it:
you wanna be my main squeeze, baby
don’tcha? you want to give me what i need, baby
won’tcha picture life as my wife? just think
full+length mink, fat x and o links
bracelets to match, conversation was all that
showed you the safe combinations and all that
guess you could say you’se the one i trusted
who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
sh+t got hot: you sent feds to my spot
took me to court, tried to take all i got
‘nother intricate plot, the b+tch said i rapеd her
“d+mn, why she wanna stick me for my papеr?”
my moschino hoe, my versace hottie
come to find out you was f+ckin’ everybody
you knew about me, the fake id
cases in virginia, body in d.c
woe! oh is me + that’s what i get for trickin’
came out on bail, commence the ass+kickin’
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
all you heard was “poppa don’t hit me no more!”
disrespect my clique, my sh+t’s imperial
f+ck around and made her milk box material
you feel me? suckin’ d+ck, runnin’ your lips
’cause of you, i’m on some real “f+ck+a+b+tch” sh+t, uhh
chrous: the notorious b.i.g.
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
all you heard was “poppa don’t hit me no more!”
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
all you heard was “poppa don’t hit me no more!”
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
all you heard was “poppa don’t hit me no more!”