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The Bobster
03-10-2017, 10:06 AM
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Brooklyn congressman recites Biggie lyrics on House floor
By Joe Tacopino
March 9, 2017 | 11:42pm | Updated

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If the House of Representatives don’t know Biggie Smalls — well now they know.

The late hip-hop legend was honored on the floor of Congress Thursday by Brooklyn Congressman Hakeem Jeffries, who recited the lyrics to Biggie’s 1994 song “Juicy” in observance of the 20th anniversary of the rapper’s murder.

“It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine. Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine,” Jefferies said in a floor speech to fellow legislators.

“Hangin’ pictures on my wall/Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl.”

Then, after a small synopsis of the life of Brooklyn native Christopher Wallace, aka Biggie, Jeffries ended the address with the shout out: “Where Brooklyn at?”

Biggie Smalls rose from the streets of Bedford-Stuyvesant to be one of the most successful rap artists in history.

He was killed in a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles in 1997.

Gman
03-11-2017, 06:40 AM
The thought that a nigger can even be a congressman is just insane. This country is so ****ed up right now... Here are the words to this nigger rap POS song? Written by the Notorios N.I.G. This is the niggerbabble this congressjig read on the floor of the house.


NOTORIOUS B.I.G. LYRICS
"Juicy"

[Intro:]

(**** all you hoes) Get a grip mother****er.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter,
and all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

[Verse Two:]

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Verse Three:]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

(It's all good)

...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight