Ultimate Rush (featuring Missy Elliott) (Explicit Album Version) (featuring Missy Elliott)

Ultimate Rush (featuring Missy Elliott) (Explicit Album Version) (featuring Missy Elliott)

The Notorious B.I.G.

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Don't you know, I'm the ultimate?
To get this milk, you be fortunate
Just like tasting pussy with pork in it
People stop, when I'm walking in
I'm twisting, twisting, I'm back on ten
And I'm talking 'bout like Mase, come back again

My steez is immaculate
My paper stacking, keep tracking
I'm macing, y'all slacking, reaction
Make y'all dicks scream
I'm more gutter then golddiggers with figures
More bigger then Jiggas, and even Paris Hiltons

Damn sir, sniff me like a Coke
Thrillons, me won't give you none
Cintamelia, all you wannah do is sniff me
The ultimate rush, get high, baby

Damn sir, sniff me like a Coke
Three lines, me won't give you none
Cintamelia, all you wannah do is sniff me
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Now, Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love
When I just hit em' and forget em' and go handle my business
I like the kind who wine and dine, who grinding all the time
Your X girl was a 5, but you not let up on a dime

What is this with you? All you wannah do is lay around
And stay around and get mad when I play around
I like to lay, never work, put your money in my purse
To the mall, I'll go search matching shoes for my skirt

Tuesday, I saw you in a Z, but you still wannah get with me
Wednesday is the Benz day, that's what your friends say
Me and my friends, got your Benz
Attracting mens, and spending dividence, blowing like the wind

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

So I guess, you think I'm slipping, 'cause I ain't flipping
Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be tripping
I ain't tripping or flipping, I'm just niggah sipping
At the bar tipping, with your money, can you pay the difference?

It seems like it's a waste of time, that's why I wrote the rhyme
I hear you jumping in every car except for mine
Niggah, I don't jump in cars, I'm a superstar
Face way too flaw, You should hang me on your wall

All I do all day is drink Tanguray
Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face
Make me smile, see them teeth, Milo, cut down to them feets
Chubby waste, my physique, me don't want a freak a leek

Should I wine and dine and put rings on your fingers?
While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers?
Sex will never linger, hold up, put on your blinkers
I flow just like sprinklers, give your ass the middle finger

You'd better slow your role, baby
You ain't got enough dough to pay me
You know the pen number, just page me
When you're real, baby

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja, sensamelia, can I feel ya?
All I wannah do, is touch ya
The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Written by Wallace, Christopher / Elliott, Melissa A / Lilly, Harold Spencer Jr / Hayes, Isaac / Jones, Kimberly
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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