Lyricist Lounge Vol. 2 — текст песни (Big L f C-Town)

[C-Town]
I be a Harlem World party pleaser
You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer
That`s where I rest at, killin tracks is what I`m best at
Jealousy, I expect that, I don`t stress that
I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on
Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on
TV screens all over the U.S. I`m seen on
It ain`t all about me, I`m tryin to put my team on
Because it`s good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on
You think you can do it like this? Dream on
I`ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain
Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame

[Big L]
Yo; you know the game plan
C-Town, that`s my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
Everything I rock is name brand
L`ll make ya dame swallow
Your ice don`t shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits
You know nuttin about L, so don`t doubt L
What`s this motherfuckin rap game without L?
Yo, that`s like jewels without ice
That`s like china without rice
or the Holy Bible without Christ
or the Bulls without Mike
or crackheads without pipes
The Village without dykes
or hockey games without fights
Don`t touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I`m with

{*DJ scratches*}
[Primo] Big L!
[Monch] Y`all know the name
[Primo] He`s still here
[Big L] Ha ha, youse a funny nigga
[O.C.] Play this {yeah y`all..}
[O.C.] Play this {yeah y`all..}
[Primo] Big L!
[Monch] Y`all know the name
[Primo] He`s still here
[????] My nigga Big L! {yeah y`all..}

[Big L]
I`m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe
You ain`t a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough
I smoke `dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo
I pack a fo`-fo`, platinum ro-ro
Anti-homo, that`s a no-no so fuck po`-po`
I push the seven-fo`-oh and not the Volvo
C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I`m with a bitch on dolo
Chips from here to Acapulco
While y`all buck for legs I, buck for heads
I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds

[C-Town]
I stay sweatin out a bitch perm
I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm
I take all the dough my chicks earn
I watched Corleone do it, now it`s Chris turn
{A Hoodlum like Fishburne}
Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli
You see me on MTV and Rap City
Keep frontin, I`ma step out, mask on with the tec out
Squeeze shots and make you check out

{*DJ scratches*}
[Primo] Big L!
[Monch] Y`all know the name
[Primo] He`s still here
.. {yeah y`all..}
[Primo] Big L!

[Big L]
My underground niggaz, y`all can shine with me
Got my own label now, so y`all can sign with me
Y`all can take me from the bottom and climb with me
that`s fine with me, that`s how it was designed to be

[C-Town]
I be that young teen with DUMB cream
I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam
All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream
Rap`s a fun thing, only roll with one team
Flamboyant Entertainment, that`s who I came with
I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it
Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait
And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape
They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound
Pack a three-pound, that`s my prerog` like B. Brown



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