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Big L - Flamboyant lyrics
Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check it Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me round your girl if you ain't fucking her right You damn playa haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate I never lounge where you find Jake Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Selling niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cock, represent one block 139 nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt, you know how we do, Flamboyent for life 'Big L' 'Corleone' 'A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother' 'Big L' 'For real' 'Corleone is too advanced for y'all' 'Big L' 'I'm a pimped-out nigga' 'For real' 'Big L' 'Corleone is too advanced for y'all' Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks With the machette, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno trece nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh 'Big L' 'Corleone' 'A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother' 'Big L' 'For real' 'Corleone is too advanced for y'all' 'Big L' 'I'm a pimped-out nigga' 'For real' 'Big L' 'Corleone is too advanced for y'all' 'I leave mics torn' 'Big L' (Repeat til fade) |
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