The Notorious B.I.G. — Jeans & Sneakers

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] It's cold outside (Yeah) Uh, uh, it's cold outside Bad boy, bad boy Uh, yeah It's cold outside [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick (Word up) Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning The flavors in the city, it's a pity Them other damn jackets don't fit me They just plain itty bitty Why can't a big guy stay fly? Listen up, Polo Grounds down to Bed-Stuy Stay fly in that Brooklyn Mint And here's the main reason Sitting in that jacket, man I know you be freezing Flavors in the vest Bulletproof on the chest Keep the burner on the waist And still dress to impress [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 2: Black Rob] (Uh, baby baby!) Y'all should know this rap thing, I got it down to a size Big goose underneath it, that's the metal appliance And if we don't bust a cap on you so called gangsters Don't front, you a little bit scared now, ain't ya? Now this is '05, it's a brand new thing 'Bout time the rap game crowned a brand new king I been sitting here squadding on this Tidal belt When I drive it, watch how my rivals felt It's the second coming of Black, so run and get your raps And do a couple of dips, and run a few laps I stay in first place with the style of a Lear If you try to battle the kid you really gon' need a Whole crew, not 2 man, 3 or 4 You gon' lead the whole posse, a masimore Even then B, ain't no chance for ya You fucking round with the rap gargantuans Bad Boy, man easy pimp When I'm dishing out the pain nobody exempt You was good 'til your scam uncovered Who the man in fatigues with the blicky? That's the god, belove it And he cold like a bitch's heart Yeah he cold and ridges hard You don't want beef? Shit, don't start, man It's B. Rob, I'm taking it back D got Kim with the product, we cookin' crack [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 3: Black Rob] Pop off 'till I'm hard and grey I'mma even see Al Green get shot down like Marvin Gaye No disrespect, pardon me Lotta dudes got locked down but few had heart to stay Puff couldn't take Marph's demay Sit your five-dollar ass before I make change, stay in your lane 'Cause only champs sip on pain You the type to like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick (Word up) Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on?