JAPANFAN wrote:BIG L feat. KID CAPRI - PUT IT ON
[Big L]
Ai yo, you better 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 on and on and on
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 nothin' 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 better 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 skins,
and get ends and commit sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money-getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha! You's a funny ni**a
I flows, so one of my shows 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 'til 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
[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 ni*s 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, know what I'm sayin'?
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
tight.