Big L - Holdin It Down текст песни

Текст
F/ a.g., miss jones, stan spit

[big l]

Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment (no doubt)

Yo, yall fellas like to stress them chicks

Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks

I sex them chicks and send them home

Corleone is known to be stoned

When I bone, Im rubbered up in case that shit full blown

The other night around 8 p.m.

Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray bm

Went to the atm, took a thou out

Then later on I had to wild out

In the club, knock some coward and his pal out

Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed cristal out

Now Im thinkin - which chick number I could dial out

Cause its l, the harlem pimp baby, for real

I got more dimes than that sprint lady

And thats ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks

But Im tryin to sell records like garth brooks

So eff em all, when its cold I throw the skelly on

Illegal chips keep my celly on

Mega-ice is what Im heavy on

If it aint cristal boo, I guess its perignon

If the na-nas too tight, I throw some jelly on

Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst

Ive been off the scene over three years

And cats is still thirst - to hear big l drop an ill verse

So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;

Get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat

That attitude - you better get rid of that

Wherever you floss is where you gon get it at

What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel

Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real

L is raps most livest cat

Im gettin stacks while you askin people,

do you want fries with that?

I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced

The one police wouldnt dare chase

Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? no way pal

Wword up - my money longer than the oj trial

Chorus: miss jones

Harlem world keep holdin it down, for big l

Nigga 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 l

Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,

Do you still got it got it? (its so amazin!)

[stan spit]

Stan spit, yo, uh

Yo what the hell yall can tell spit? not shit

I did a flick and bounced on ls shit

Well shit, expect me to go platinum

Thats the only reason why Im rappin

And since l passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen

With no release date, I sell in each state

Im the type to drive to philly, for a cheesesteak

So what Im a harlem king, doin my thing

My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring

After platinum its the same thing

And niggazll never learn

Til I pull the steel and make they lover burn

You dont get another turn, games over

Heres my flamethrower

Rearrange your rover, harlem soldier

Wait til I get older - and we wont stop

I thought mase told ya

Nigga stan he do what he gotta

And these haters cant do me nada

Be in nevada, with a lot of enchilada

Chorus

[a.g.]

Yo, yo move the fuck, a bring the heat, when I touch tracks

These niggaz beef then wanna chill? fuck that

These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that

I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at

Now where the brews, and the drugs at?

Corrupt cats kept slug hats

Asked the feds where the bugs at

Puff with the dread, cause I puff black

High, til I die, and you can trust that

All I wanna know - is the club packed?

I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that

She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe

And them niggaz who owe, give up that

Huh, its me and corle, like eddie and ot

Go head and provoke me

Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? better be dope b

Still diggin, still livin, still givin

Yall the ill written, still fuckin like bill clinton

Chorus 2x

[a.g.] big l..

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