Big L - Put It On Lyrics
[big l]Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocksL keep rappers hearts pumpin like reeboksAnd every year I gain clout and my name sproutsSome brothersd still be large if the crack never came outI got the wild style, always been a foul childMy guns go poom-poom, and yo guns go pow-powIm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokinFront and get half the bones in your body brokenAnd when it comes to gettin nookie Im not a rookieI got girls that make that chick toni braxton look like whoopieI run with sturdy clicks Im never hittin dirty chicksGot thirty-five bodies, buddy dont make it thirty-sixStep to this youre good as gone, word is bondI leave mics torn when I put it on[kid capri]So put it on big l, put it onCmon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnnCmon put it on big l, put it onCmon put it on represent put it on, cmon![big l]Nobody can take nuttin from big l but a loss chiefThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teethIm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottieGot more cash than gotti (you dont know? ) you betta ask somebodyBig l is a crazy brother, and Im a lady loverA smooth kid thatll run up in your baby motherI push a slick benz, Im known to hit skinzAnd get endz and commit sins with sick friendsCause Im a money getter, also a honey hitterYou think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny niggaI flows, so one of my shoes, wouldnt be clever to missIm leavin competitors pissedTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than thisIm catchin wreck to the break of dawnAnd its on, yo its a must that I put it on[kid capri]Yeah, so put it on big l, put it onCmon put it on, big fella put it on and onPut it on big l, put it on representPut it on, cmon put it on..[* unknown patois chatta - best guess *]Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi jokeBoy you gwan dead before you see me gun smokeSee me gun nozzle and take me fi jokeYou gwan dead, from army you provoked[big l]I drink moet not becks beer, I stay dressed in slick gearPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get thereAnd its a fact I keep a gat in my arm reachI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beachIm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, big l is the villainYou still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real hereIf you battle l you picked the wrong headI smash mics like cornbread, you cant kill me I was born deadAnd Im known to pull steel trigs and kill pigsI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigsMy raps steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannonIts a new sherriff in town, and it aint reggie hammondPeace to my peoples, the children of the cornCause we put it on, adios, ghost Im gone[kid capri]So put it on big l, put it onCmon put it on, big fella put it on and onBig l, you gotta put it on and onPut it on big l, put it on and onWord up, knahmsayin?My man big l, runnin things for the nine-fourAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?Its the kid capri, in full flairAnd we gon put it on a little somethin like thisBig l, cmon[big l] [kid capri]Lord finesse he be puttin it onMy man buckwild he be puttin it on and onMy man fat joe he be puttin it onShowbiz and a.g. yeah they be puttin it on and onI cant forget diamond d he be puttin it onThe whole d.i.t.c. yeah they be puttin it on and onAnd of course kid capri yeah I be puttin it onThe whole n.y.c. yeah we be puttin it on and onAnd Im out *echoes*
