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letra de kicks open doors (terry urban mix) - kanye west

[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!”

[verse 2: kanye west]
uh, and don’t be tryna come around my girl actin’ like mr. friendly
and steal the spotlight like mr. bentley
i spotted her like spud mckenzie
and for them fake b00bies, i paid them benjis
get your own
i got paris, he got nicky, he tried to get ’em a clone
he said, “ye, you know you got extra hoes
and everything you do is extra cold”
from the polo fleece to the jesus piece
i got family in high places like jesus’ niece
can i please, say my peace?
if y’all fresh to death, then i’m deceased
and this one here is a heatrocks, spit like a beat box
the way the beat rocks, new version of pete rock
but for that benz, i get cl love
so i switch my girls around like 3l-dub, i’m calling
[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!”
kick in the door, wavin’ the .44
all you heard was “poppa don’t hit me no more!”

[outro: pain in da ass]
somebody’s pulling me closer to the ground
i ain’t panicked, i been here before
seems like only yesterday when i got up on that stage
in front of that crowd
and showed them who was who, and what was what
man look at these suckers
i ain’t no rapper, i’m a hustler
it just so happens that i know how to rap

- kanye west

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