Put it On lyrics

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BIG L lyrics : "Put it On"

[Big L]
Aiyyo, you betta 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 onnn, and onnn, and onnn
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 nuttin 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 betta 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 skinz

and get endz and commit sins with sick friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, youse a funny ^!$$%

I flows, so one of my shoes, 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 to 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..


[unknown patois chatta - best guess]
Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke

See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from army you provoked


[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 %#@! 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 nigs 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, knahmsayin?
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 [echoes]

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Writer(s): Anthony Best
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