[Big L]

Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)



Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks

Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks

I sex them chicks and send them home

Corleone is known to be stoned

When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown

The other night around 8 P.M.

Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM

Went to the ATM, took a thou' out

then later on I had to wild out

In the club, knock some coward and his pal out

Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out

Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out

Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real

I got more dimes than that Sprint lady

And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks

but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks

So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on

Illegal chips keep my celly on

Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on

If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon

If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on

Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst

I've been off the scene over three years

and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse

So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;

get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat

That attitude - you better get rid of that

Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at

What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel

Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real

L is rap's most livest cat

I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,

"Do you want fries with that?"

I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced

The one police wouldn't dare chase

Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal

Wword u