lirik lagu big l – stretch & bobbito ’98
(big l)
i got some new sh-t for y’all to play to, ya know?
(bobbito)
okay good big l!
(stretch)
tell me if this was suffice, or if it’s somethin mayo . outta here
(bobbito)
this is the frosted flakes right here
(stretch)
this is the lord finesse beat
(bobbito)
yeah yeah
(big l)
aight, i guess… it will work, it will work
(stretch)
you can get jiggy with that?
(big l)
yeah, yeah let me see, check it out
(bobbito)
you can ball with this
(big l)
one-two, one-two
kinda tired.
big l, ’bout ta. get into some sh-t
aight check it out
yo, f-ck all the glamours and glitz, i plan to get rich
i’m from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
and i’m all about expandin my chips
you mad cause i was in the van with your b-tch
with both hands on her t-ts
corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
i got style, plus the way that i be flowin is sharp
a while back i used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
forever – hottie huntin, trigger temper i’m quick to body somethin
you lookin at me like i’m probably frontin
i f-ck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
i’m, older and smarter this is me at my best
i stopped hangin around y’all, cause n-gg-z like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin i flop
hopin i stop, you probably even hope i get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
i got more riches than you, f-ck more b-tches than you
only thing i haven’t got is more, st-tches than you
f-ckin punk, you ain’t a +leader+ what? n-body +follow-ed+ you
you was never sh-t, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man sh-t
do me a favor, please get off the next man d-ck
and if you think i can’t f-ck with whoever, put your money up
put your jewels up, no f-ck it put your honey up
put your raggedy house up n-gg-, or shut your mouth up
before i buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
turn your tux red, i’m far from broke, got enough bread
and mad hoes, ask beavis i get nuttin b-tt-head
{-laughter-} my game is, vicious and cool
f-ckin chicks is a rule
if my girl think i’m loyal then that b-tch is a fool
how come, you can listen to my first alb-m
and tell where a lot of n-gg-z got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
you ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more
somebody tell this n-gg- sum’un, ‘fore i crack his jaw
you runnin with boys, i’m runnin with men
i’ma be rippin the mics until i’m a hundred and ten
have y’all n-gg-z like, “d-mnit this n-gg- done done it again”
i throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
i sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
i’m makin wonderful figures
i don’t f-ck with none of you n-gg-z
i might pull out this gun on your n-gg-z
and rob every last one of you n-gg-z
(bobbito) yeahhh! (what?)
(big l) i’m tired
(bobbito) for somebody tired, that wasn’t, that wasn’t too bad!
(bobbito)
you wrote… yeah… you where. you where thinkin’ bout somebody when you
wrote that right?
(big l)
nah, all my sh-t like that, ’cause latley n-gg-z been battlin’ on the block
latley
(bobbito)
i could tell you wrote that ready for somebody
(big l)
yeah, yeah n-gg-z been up on some… (sharpened up the swords)
(bobbito)
you sharpened the pencils for that one
(big l)
aight let me kick some more sh-t
aight, let me kick some more sh-t, one more time
(bobbito: yeah-yeah… spit, some more)
aight, check it out, yeah, check it out (bobbito: big l)
yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out (bobbito: yeah)
uhh, check it out, aight, check it out (bobbito: woo– woooo!)
aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
yo check it, yo my sh-t is hot like jerk chicken, i should rob you
but with that cheap sh-t, you ain’t worth stickin’
i’ve got a left hook, that be leavin’ guys knocked out
keep frontin’, and i’m a choke you till your eyes pop out
i was taught that if a n-gg- swing, swing right back
battle corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
yo, i’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
plus i f-cked your little sister and that p-ssy was right
that p-ssy was tight, grippin’ my d-ck like a pair of pliers
you f-ckin’ snitch, right now you prolly wearin’ wires
it’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
i’m a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his -ss (bobbito: ouch)
(stretch: oh, word)
leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin’
my alb-m is done, so no it ain’t no parts open
i’m not a sweet stud, i’m a street thug
that’s quick to beat a n-gg- like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
you sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your wh-r- off
then call all off, and tear your jaw off
my life is far out, i got star clout
every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
you ain’t a player, put that cigar out
take that suit off, before i shoot off, and tear your roof off
leave your clothes bl–dy-red like the nose of rudolph
i rocked many stages and never got booed off
i might let this gat burst, put you in a big black he-rs-
for that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
cause none of y’all n-gg-s can f-ck with me
and if your man wanna join, i got mcgruff with me
we puff much izzy
i do sh-t that only tough men do
and them cats you with f-ck them too, i’ll buck them too
be careful what you rush into, you lame–ss n-gg-
no dough, always on the train–ss n-gg-
c-n-l street, 10-karat-chain–ss n-gg-
you got f-cked upstate, you cupcake
how many d-cks can your b-tt take?
i ran through every b-tch in my path
i was f-ckin’ chicks in the -ss when i was six-and-a-half {-laughing-}
yo, i’m a take you out your misery (stretch: yeah right!)
and after this, n-gg-, put you in the social study book ’cause you’re
history
yeah
(-laughing)
(bobbito: yo, i’m gonna give you my math)
aight
(bobbito: i’m gonna give you my math) {-laughing-}
aight
(stretch: aight)
(bobbito: yo, i’m gonna give you my history)
(stretch: that’s one i’m not gonna play for my mom)
(bobbito: yeah)
(stretch: ‘anthony, i haven’t heard the show in so long.
give me tape…’ not this one.)
(big l)
eh yo i want y’all to check out … ya know, two new singles comin’ up
(bobbito: we can play somethin’ right now, whats up?)
“size em up” … “ebonics”
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