Juicy
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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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
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all my peoples in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good (it's all good)
Uh (yeah, check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)Reach for the stars (it's all good)
You had a goal (come on)
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty (check it)
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah)
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they writin' letters 'cause they miss me (yeah)
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (uh-huh)
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (come on)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good (still all good)
Uh (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know (check it)
You know very well (come on)
Who you are (bankrolls)
Don't let 'em hold you down (clothes)
Reach for the stars
You had a goal (mansions, yachts)
But not that many (ha, it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
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 (woo)
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' (uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (yeah)
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 thirsty (thirsty, come on)
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive (yeah)
And it's all (it's all good) (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know (that's right, come on)
You know very well (money)
Who you are (uh, uh) (hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls)
And if you don't know, now you know
Reach for the stars (now you know, that's right)
You had a goal (it's all good)
But not that many (all good)
'Cause you're the only one (East coast represent)
And if you don't know, now you know
I'll give you good and plenty (come on)
Lettin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You know (Puff Daddy)
Who you are
Who you are to me
Don't let 'em hold you down
Don't (come on)
Reach for the stars
You had a goal (it's all good)
You had a goal
But not that many (Brooklyn)
Not that many, baby
'Cause you're the only one (Bronx)
I'll give you good and plenty (Queens)
Uptown
Money earn in Mt. Vernon
Ha, South Central, Detroit
East Side, West Side
It's all good, niggas
Let's ride
The song "Juicy" by The Notorious B.I.G. is an autobiographical track about Biggie's rise to fame from his humble beginnings. He talks about the struggles he faced when he was younger, including being told by teachers that he would never amount to anything and dealing drugs to make money for his daughter. However, he also talks about his dreams and aspirations, listening to rap music and hanging pictures on his wall of his favorite artists. The message of the song is to never give up on your dreams, no matter how difficult life may be.
The lyrics show Biggie's growth and success, moving from his one-room shack to condos in Queens and a luxurious lifestyle. He reflects on how he never thought he could make it in the music industry, but now he's blowing up and getting paid for doing what he loves. The chorus emphasizes the importance of knowing who you are and not letting anyone bring you down, reminding listeners to reach for the stars and pursue their goals.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, this album is dedicated
This album is a homage
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To those teachers who said I would never be successful
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
To those people who lived in the buildings I was selling drugs in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
Reported me to the police when I was trying to provide for my child, but everything turned out okay
And all the niggas in the struggle
And to all those who are also struggling
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
You understand? Everything is okay, my friend
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
It was all an imagination, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D riding in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Putting pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
I played my cassette tape until it stopped working
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Smoking marijuana in Bambu rolling papers, sipping Private Stock alcohol
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
Back when I had a red and black plaid jacket
With the hat to match
And a matching hat
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
Do you remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
You never expected hip-hop to go this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm famous because I'm good at rhyming
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
It's time to make money and become hugely successful, like the World Trade building
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I was born a sinner and not the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Do you remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner?
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Greetings to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
I'm becoming successful, just as you predicted
Call the crib, same number, same hood
Call my home, same phone number, same neighborhood
It's all good (it's all good)
Everything is okay (everything is okay)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
If you didn't know before, now you know
You know very well
You already know
Who you are
Your identity
Don't let 'em hold you down
Don't let them limit you
Reach for the stars
Aim high
You had a goal
You had a objective
But not that many
But not too many objectives
'Cause you're the only one
Because you're unique
I'll give you good and plenty
I will give you everything you need
I made the change from a common thief
I turned my life around from being an ordinary criminal
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
To becoming friends with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
And I'm not stingy
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
I smoke marijuana with my friends throughout the day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Spread love, this is the mentality of the Brooklyn neighborhood
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Drinking Moët and Alizé makes me drunk
Girls used to diss me
Girls used to reject me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
Now they write letters because they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I never thought rapping could be successful
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
I was accustomed to carrying guns and drugs
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
Now women are attracted to me and try to get close
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
From Mississippi to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Condos in Queens and marijuana for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Sold-out seats to listen to Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Putting a five-carat diamond in my daughter's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Lunches, brunches, and poolside interviews
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Considered a fool for dropping out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
Misunderstood stereotypes of a black male
And it's still all good
But everything is still okay
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
When I was flat broke, I couldn't have imagined this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
A fifty-inch television and a green leather couch
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
I have two vehicles, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
Phone bill of approximately two thousand dollars
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
No need to stress, my accountant handles it
And my whole crew is loungin'
My entire crew is relaxing
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Reflecting on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
Now, my mother drives a nice car and wears fur coats
And she loves to show me off of course
She loves to show me off to everyone
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
Smiles every time my picture is in The Source magazine
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
We used to argue when the landlord disrespected us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
No heat, wondering why we didn't have a Merry Christmas
Birthdays was the worst days
Birthdays were the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Now we drink Champagne when we're thirsty
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
Yes, I love to live my life
'Cause I went from negative to positive
Because I changed from negative to positive
And it's all (It's all good, nigga)
And everything is alright
Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Biggie Smalls, everything is fine
Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
Junior Mafia, everything is fine
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, everything is fine
That's right, '94
That's correct, 1994
And on and on, and on and on
And so on and so forth
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, MTUME MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, James Mtume, Jean Claude Olivier
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@Monkey80llx
@@raphael-bmw These guys took influences from the generations of black music before them - soul, funk, jazz… music with heart and struggles and meaning and dreams of a better life.
Nowadays the money is handed to them on a plate and the ‘image’ is fabricated by men in suits (yeah, i know, there were always backroom politics and contracts to make money..) who need to sell products and social media hits.
Like the boy bands of the 90’s..todays music all seems so safe or so ridiculous..
There’s no ‘soul’ in most of the crap churned out day by day.
Phew. Rant over. Sorry 😎
@NotoriousBIG
REMASTERED IN 4K 5/21/21 🎂
@coolguy8878
Yessir
@user-wy1ys8xf6l
Yessir
@sahilk8616
Cool
@drew890
yassss
@mudrahenry
yes sir
@JaxBlade
Now this is the type of Rap I'm always gonna love, miss this style.
@StanleyCornfield
JaxBlade Couldn’t agree more
@xameleoninfusion8094
real rap man :(
@AP-tr1et
Real rap