Big L

Big L - Clinic (I Shoulda Worn A Rubba) lyrics

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[Chorus:]

I shoulda worn a rubber, before I went up in it

And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic 



[Big L]

Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard

I went to the phone booth with my callin card

And called up Joel, yeah you know L

I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel

She said she was gonna come at ten

The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend

You know I'm not a rude brother yo,

But I let Joel in and slammed the door on that other ho.

So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it

And all I thought about was stickin it

She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho

Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show

I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the pussy

And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush

Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming

Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds

I said, "I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease,

Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave."  

Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon

Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom

I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe

And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray

I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox

Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic

Because she gave me gonorrhea, 

Yo, I'ma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her 



[Chorus x2]



One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside

Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride

Hoes be hotter than a sauna

So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner

I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell

She was mad point-blank, she was right for L

But she tried to play me like a statue black

I said, "Sweeheart whats your name?" 

"I gotta man," "I ain't ask you that."

She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich,

You won't be able to switch, I said, "Fuck you bitch."

Another girl walked by, I called her

"Excuse me what's your name" "Lorraine, what's yours"

Ayyo, game I kicked well,

I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L

I was looking smooth with the jewelry

She said, "L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?" "You'll see."  

Ayyo, my pockets were extra thick,

"So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick."

Yeah, I bagged that ho well

Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel.  

And when it comes to this I'ma a professor

I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her

But I must be getting older

Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier

I started stickin up quick

And the next time I took a piss, 

a motherfuckin flame shot out my dick



[Chorus x4]



[Big L & Lord Finesse talk until fade]
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