Big L - Holdin' It Down Lyrics
F/ a.g., miss jones, stan spit[big l]Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment (no doubt)Yo, yall fellas like to stress them chicksImpress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicksI sex them chicks and send them homeCorleone is known to be stonedWhen I bone, Im rubbered up in case that shit full blownThe other night around 8 p.m.Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray bmWent to the atm, took a thou outThen later on I had to wild outIn the club, knock some coward and his pal outThen afterwards went to the restroom, pissed cristal outNow Im thinkin - which chick number I could dial outCause its l, the harlem pimp baby, for realI got more dimes than that sprint ladyAnd thats ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looksBut Im tryin to sell records like garth brooksSo eff em all, when its cold I throw the skelly onIllegal chips keep my celly onMega-ice is what Im heavy onIf it aint cristal boo, I guess its perignonIf the na-nas too tight, I throw some jelly onYo try to tax and watch the nine mill burstIve been off the scene over three yearsAnd cats is still thirst - to hear big l drop an ill verseSo all you unsigned cats that want to battle;Get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hatThat attitude - you better get rid of thatWherever you floss is where you gon get it atWhat? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steelMakin figures while you broke cats keepin it realL is raps most livest catIm gettin stacks while you askin people,do you want fries with that?I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-facedThe one police wouldnt dare chaseKeep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? no way palWword up - my money longer than the oj trialChorus: miss jonesHarlem world keep holdin it down, for big lNigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,Do you still got it got it? (its so amazin!)Yeah yeah yeah.. harlem world keep holdin it down, for big lNigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,Do you still got it got it? (its so amazin!)[stan spit]Stan spit, yo, uhYo what the hell yall can tell spit? not shitI did a flick and bounced on ls shitWell shit, expect me to go platinumThats the only reason why Im rappinAnd since l passed, niggaz expect me to make it happenWith no release date, I sell in each stateIm the type to drive to philly, for a cheesesteakSo what Im a harlem king, doin my thingMy name ring - chains and dames what the fame bringAfter platinum its the same thingAnd niggazll never learnTil I pull the steel and make they lover burnYou dont get another turn, games overHeres my flamethrowerRearrange your rover, harlem soldierWait til I get older - and we wont stopI thought mase told yaNigga stan he do what he gottaAnd these haters cant do me nadaBe in nevada, with a lot of enchiladaChorus[a.g.]Yo, yo move the *****, a bring the heat, when I touch tracksThese niggaz beef then wanna chill? ***** thatThese rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct thatI asked all my ghetto cats, where my love atNow where the brews, and the drugs at?Corrupt cats kept slug hatsAsked the feds where the bugs atPuff with the dread, cause I puff blackHigh, til I die, and you can trust thatAll I wanna know - is the club packed?I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug thatShe put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoeAnd them niggaz who owe, give up thatHuh, its me and corle, like eddie and otGo head and provoke meHeard you rap, wanna rhyme? better be dope bStill diggin, still livin, still givinYall the ill written, still *****in like bill clintonChorus 2x[a.g.] big l..
