#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS TRIAL#
#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS SERIES#
#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS CRACK#

One of four episodes narrated by recording artist Al B.

Sure!.Д®pisode 3 вЂ“ 'The Story of Donny Hathaway'Дocumenting the rise and tribulation of influential Soul songwriter, composer, and recording artist Donny Hathaway. Interviews with Eric Mercury, Barabara Harris, The Whispers, Quincy Jones, Lalah Hathaway, Musiq, Harold Wheeler, Ric Powell, Glenn Watts, Mario Medious, Dyana Williams, David Nathan, Nadine McKinnor, and Jesse Jackson.Дocumenting the careers tribulations of the family R&B group The DeBarge Family. Interviews with Bunny DeBarge, Randy DeBarge, James DeBarge, Kristinia DeBarge (of DeBarge), Etterlene DeBarge, Iris Gordy, Jermaine Jackson, Babyface, Greg Williams (of Switch), Steve Barri, Eddie Lambert, David Nathan, and Dyana Williams.Д®pisode 5 вЂ“ 'The Story of Minnie Riperton'Дocumenting the rise and finite career of R&B recording artist Minnie Riperton.

Interviews with Dick Rudolph, Sidney Barnes (of Rotary Connection), Joe Sample, Maya Rudolph, Ramsey Lewis, Q-Tip (of A Tribe Called Quest), Dyana Williams, and A.

#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS SERIES#

The first episode of series regular narrator Gary Anthony Williams.Дocumenting the rise and career of recording artist and actress Melba Moore. #The last mr biggs songs georgia peaches series.Hello The damn police kicked my door in this morning lookin for you boy askin me how I bought my house and cars and takin pictures of our shit so you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cuz it's hot down here Alright mama I'll holla at you Im down in New Orleans wit my auntie and my granny The clean side of this Mr. Yal matha fuckas talking bout given me 20 matha fuckin years I got 4 matha fuckin lawyers standin right here and we'll strike this bitch up And if that don't work out Ill make yall bitcheskill me in this matha fuckin court room So matha fuck you fuck the judge fuck the DA and fuck all you weak ass niggas I gotta make a plan cuz them laws is on my ass I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast They know about the down payments on my third house They know about the diamond in my little sister mouth They know about benz and the black pathfinder They know about the vacation trip I took to China They know about the hoe I was fuckin named Kathy Heard she got busted wit a bird in Talahasee And now they tryna say that the yay belong to me I know they tryna get me cuz these niggas keep holdin they nuts on me Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes You fake ass niggas gone need some real hoes I packed my shit cuz it's time for me to go I'm getting tired of em kickin in my ma door And even though they don't find shit they talk shit Askin questions sayin how da fuck you bought that shit And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar Where da dopa and the matha fuckin guns at We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up And tell the DA get ready cuz we gon strike it up

#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS TRIAL#

Bigg got them chickens That nigga bought a house for a small by the lake And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating To see my lil sister drive a Benz to graduation I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them budz I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs I remember when I use to do tha same shit Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up I can't put my Glock up, my Glock is my hoe And my hoe go everywhere I go Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me? I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm finna bring than Army Get ya 12 white folks and take dat shit to trial bitch

#THE LAST MR BIGGS SONGS CRACK#

I started sellin dope back in 1986 I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch The brains blowed out with the white leather seats Fieners fienin for that butta cuz tha otha shit is weak I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked Have em stealin out there crib cuz my crack taste like ribs I'm up in the mornin with the rest of these rookies You out here sellin them dimes bitch i'm out here sellin them cookies I'm flyin outta town gettin them thangs for twelve-five Four hundred for an ounce and six fifty when its dry Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen Word around town Mr.