Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick
Like that mommy?
Hi, Daddy, how you doing, this is Tyiest
I was thinking about you last night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
"Why the fuck B.I.g. Don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie in the mall
And I know you ain't fucking her
You fucked with me last night
That's my best friend and we don't get down like that
Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
I don't know what's going on
Motherfuckers trying to rob me, you be disappearing and shit
I'm waiting in the cold, what the fuck is going on?
When you get in, give me a fucking call alright?
When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga The Condom Filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit (uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino (uh)
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I wear thirteens, know what I mean? (I fuck-)
I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (see shit)
The next batter (batter), here to shatter your bladder
It doesn't matter (uh)
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black
Baby, I drop these
Boricua mommies screamin', "¡Ay papi!" (I love-)
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll proper
Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a. 44
For niggas gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherfucker with G
Ya see, all I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt'
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ohh, chance)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Please, Biggie)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (ohh)
Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins
Another hone's in the crib? Please, send her in
I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot
Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop
'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow
Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Timb boots and your body suit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next (yes)
Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressing 'em, I'm undressing 'em (mh)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York?
Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke or Tattoo
I got you wrapped around my dick and when I nut I got to split
Shit, backshots is my position, I got you wishing for an intermission
Fuck the kissin'
Lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (Biggie)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (one more chance)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (you got me down on my knees)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (begging you please)
Like that mommy?
Hi, Daddy, how you doing, this is Tyiest
I was thinking about you last night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
"Why the fuck B.I.g. Don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie in the mall
And I know you ain't fucking her
You fucked with me last night
That's my best friend and we don't get down like that
Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
I don't know what's going on
Motherfuckers trying to rob me, you be disappearing and shit
I'm waiting in the cold, what the fuck is going on?
When you get in, give me a fucking call alright?
When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga The Condom Filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit (uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino (uh)
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I wear thirteens, know what I mean? (I fuck-)
I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (see shit)
The next batter (batter), here to shatter your bladder
It doesn't matter (uh)
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black
Baby, I drop these
Boricua mommies screamin', "¡Ay papi!" (I love-)
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll proper
Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a. 44
For niggas gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherfucker with G
Ya see, all I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt'
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (uh)
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ohh, chance)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Please, Biggie)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (ohh)
Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins
Another hone's in the crib? Please, send her in
I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot
Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop
'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow
Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Timb boots and your body suit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next (yes)
Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressing 'em, I'm undressing 'em (mh)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York?
Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke or Tattoo
I got you wrapped around my dick and when I nut I got to split
Shit, backshots is my position, I got you wishing for an intermission
Fuck the kissin'
Lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (Biggie)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (one more chance)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (you got me down on my knees)
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (begging you please)
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
One More Chance Lyrics as written by Christopher Wallace Carl Thompson
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There is no "Alan Coppet"-- he's saying "Island Carpet," the name of a carpet retail store in Brooklyn.
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Great beat. Great lyrics
AWESOME!!!
It's Cartier not Cardea, lmao
To the person above, yes I realize this beat is ripped off. I think most people know that except morons.
I came here to find out what is the original song that has this beat? If anyone knows please post a comment!
i think it's foolish by aaliyah
The sample is from DeBarge's 80's hit "Stay With Me." It sounds pretty different from this!
The sample has also been used for Big L and Ashanti records.
thats for the remix I think
"However, I stay Gucci down to the socks..."
it is "stay coogie down to the socks" ... coogie were sweaters biggie used to wear. really crazy colourful ones.
what i wanna know is... WHO IS ALAN COPPET? I know he was an attorney, but can't find anything else on him - anyone ????
thanks!
I give this person props for the Biggie lyrics, but they left out the Total lyrics. Why? Oh well.
Yeah this song has a good beat but I hope you realize this beat is ripped off of another song. Just like most Bad Boy beats are ripped off. Nothing special.
What makes it good is Biggie's rap. Puff Daddy is a fag and he sucks. If this were any other rapper the song would totally fail but Biggie saves it.
I really, really wish PUFF DADDY (or whatever his name is at this minute) was killed instead of Biggie.
Yes I'm serious, I wish Sean Combs got killed.
As far as the meaning : Biggie is a player who has lots of groupies who he fucks. He one-night-stands them. But they are asking for another chance. They want another chance with him, the girls don't want to be just a one-nighter. These money-hungry ho's wanna marry Biggie. But that's just the chorus.
Biggie's raps in the song are totally different. They are about Biggie banging girls who already have a man and he's saying to the girls "why are you with that loser, be with me" But in the other verses he is saying " I know you have a man but I don't care you are just a one-nighter you groupie ho"
This is a really good song and it's best not to analyze it. If you analyze it; the song sounds pretty stupid. Oh well.
This song came out when I was like 12 so it has sentimental value for me.