Big L

Big L - Put It On lyrics

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[Big L]
 Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
 L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks
 And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
 Some brothers'd 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
 I'm 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 I'm not a rookie
 I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
 I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks
 Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
 Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
 I leave mics torn when I put it on
 [Kid Capri]
 So put it on Big L, put it on
 C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn
 C'mon put it on Big L, put it on
 C'mon put it on represent put it on, C'MON!
 [Big L]
 Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief
 The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
 I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
 Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta ask somebody
 Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
 A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
 I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
 and get endz and commit sins with sick friends
 Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
 You think you nice as me? Ha ha, youse a funny nigga
 I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to miss
 I'm leavin competitors pissed
 To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
 I'm catchin wreck to the break of dawn
 And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on
 [Kid Capri]
 Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on
 C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on
 Put it on Big L, put it on represent
 Put it on, c'mon put it on..
 [* unknown patois chatta - best guess interpretation *]
 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
 [Big L]
 I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
 Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
 And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
 I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
 I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
 you still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here
 If you battle L you picked the wrong head
 I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
 And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
 I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
 My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon
 It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond
 Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
 Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone
 [Kid Capri]
 So put it on Big L, put it on
 C'mon 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?
 It's the Kid Capri, in full flair
 And we gon' put it on a little somethin like this
 Big L, c'mon
 [Big L] [Kid Capri]
 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 can't 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 I'm out *echoes
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Author: Anthony Best, Lamont Coleman

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

Details:

Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous (1995)

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