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- Big L Put It On 歌詞
- Big L
- Uh uh uh
Come on Come on Come on Come on
Uh uh uh
Come on Come on Come on Come on
Uh uh uh
Come on Come on Come on Come on
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Come on Come on Come on Come on
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Come on Come on Come on Come on
Aiyyo you betta flee Hobbes
Or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers hearts
Pumpin like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout
And my name sprouts
Some brothersd still be large
If the crack never came out
I got the wild style
Always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom
And yo guns go pow-pow
Im known to have a hottie open
I keep the shottie smokin
Front and get half
The bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin nookie
Im not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick
Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks
Im never hittin dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies
Buddy dont make it thirty-six
Step to this youre good as gone
Word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on
So put it on Big L put it on
Cmon put it onnn and onnn and onnn
Cmon put it on Big L put it on
Cmon put it on represent put it on
CMON
Nobody can take nuttin from Big L
But a loss chief
The last punk who fronted
Got a mouth full of false teeth
Im known to gas a hottie
And blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti
(you dont know )
You betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother
And Im a lady lover
A smooth kid thatll run up
In your baby mother
I push a slick Benz
Im known to hit skinz
And get endz and
Commit sins with sick friends
Cause Im a money getter
Also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me
Ha ha youse a funny *****
I flows so one of my shoes
Wouldnt be clever to miss
Im leavin competitors pissed
To tell you the truth
It gets no better than this
Im catchin wreck
To the break of dawn
And its on
Yo its a must that I put it on
Yeah so put it on Big L put it on
Cmon put it on big fella put it on and on
Put it on Big L put it on represent
Put it on cmon put it on
Some bwoy see me gun nozzle
And tek me fi joke
Bwoy you gwan dead
Before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and tek me fi joke
You gwan dead from a bee you provoked
I drink Moet not Becks beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And its a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
Im puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain
You still fear cause I be hangin it hard
And my **** is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You cant kill me I was born dead
And Im known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My raps steady slammin
I keep a heavy cannon
Itsa new sherriff in town
And it aint Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples the Children of the Corn
Cause we put it on adios ghost Im gone
So put it on Big L put it on
Cmon put it on big fella put it on and on
Big L you gotta put it on and on
Put it on Big L put it on and on
Word up knahmsayin
My man Big L runnin things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-S you know what I mean
Its the Kid Capri in full flair
And we gon put it on a little somethin like this
Big L cmon
Lord Finesse He be puttin it on
My man Buckwild He be puttin it on and on
My man Fat Joe He be puttin it on
Showbiz and A G
Yeah they be puttin it on and on
I cant forget Diamond D He be puttin it on
The whole D I T C
Yeah they be puttin it on and on
And of course Kid Capri Yeah I be puttin it on
The whole N Y C
Yeah we be puttin it on and on
And Im out
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