The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (magyar fordítás) lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Who the f*ck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me - and why?
It's my n*gga Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot, and heard the intricate plot
n*ggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper

[Pop]
Remember them n*ggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah my n*gga Fame up in Prospect
Nah them my n*ggas nah love wouldn't disrespect

[Pop]
I didn't say them, they schooled me to some n*ggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warning me cause now I'm warning you
I got the Mac, n*gga tell me what you gonna do
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn, n*ggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, n*ggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, n*ggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, n*ggas wanna stick me for my paper

[Pop]
They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The Fifth Corridor

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, n*ggas wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the f*ckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul n*ggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck! What I'mma hit you with you motherf*ckers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
c*cked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on your as*h*le
I f*ck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more n*gga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a f*ck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not running, n*gga I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody coming
[Outro]
(C'mon n*gga) I'm only comin to pass the gat
(Just bring your motherf*ckin ass on, come on)
Are we gettin close, huh?
(It's right over here)
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
(Yeah I'm sure motherf*cker, c'mon!)
Ahh f*ck - it better be his motherf*ckin house
f*ck right here..
This better be this motherf*cker's house
(Oh sh*t!) What, what's wrong?
(It's that red dot on your head man!)
What red dot on you head. Oh sh*t! You got a red dot on your head too!
Ohh sh*t!