The Notorious B.I.G – One More Chance

Download another hot clean free mp3 audio song lyrics meaning by The Notorious B.I.G (Biggie Smalls) and this amazing music is titled “One More Chance”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his old trended album which is titled ‘Ready to Die’ which was released in the year “1994”.

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[Lyrics]

What? (That’s right! Bad Boy!)

What? Uhh!

One more chance (Lyrically I’m)

Biggie give me one more chance (Check it out)

(Uh, lyrically I’m)

One more chance (What?)

Biggie give me one more chance (Junior M.A.F.I.A.! Remix)

First things first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys

Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money

Those the ones I like ’cause they don’t get nathan

But penetration

Unless it smells like sanitation

Gar-bage, I turn like doorknobs

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 your Mitsubishi

Girls pee-pee when they see me

Navajos creep me in they teepee

As I lay down laws like Island Carpet

Stop it, if you think they gonna make a profit

Don’t see my ones, gon’ see my guns, get it?

Now tell your 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 is stopping ya

I’m clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya

Once ya grin, I’m in game begins

First I talk about how I dress in this

Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses

The sex is just immaculate from the back, I get

Deeper and deeper, help you reach the

Climax that your man can’t make

Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late

And sing the break

Baby, here I am (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

All, I need is one more chance! One more chance

I can help you find, yourself

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

‘Cause you, don’t need nobody else!

One more chance (Remix)

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 your girl around me!

True player for real, ask Puff Daddy

You ringing 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? Flipping jobs, paying car notes?

While I’m swimming in your women like the breast stroke

Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke

Death stroke, tongue all down her throat

Nothing left to do but send her home to you

I’m through can you sing the song for me boo

One more chance

Biggie give me one more chance

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

One more chance

Biggie give me one more chance

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

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, crushed linen

Cartier 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, flying into all states

Sexing me while your 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 a client, I’m the player President

One more chance

Biggie give me one more chance

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

One more chance

Baby, here I am (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

All, I need is one more chance! One more chance

I can help you find, yourself

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

‘Cause you, don’t need nobody else!

Bad Boy, Bad Boy!

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

EastCoast, EastCoast…

WestCoast, WestCoast