[available at "Rock and Soul" in NYC]
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[Chorus:]
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I shoulda worn a rubber, before I went up in it
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And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic
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[Big L]
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Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard
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I went to the phone booth with my callin card
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And called up Joel, yeah you know L
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I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel
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She said she was gonna come at ten
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The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend
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You know I'm not a rude brother yo,
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But I let Joel in and slammed the door on that other ho.
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So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it
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And all I thought about was stickin it
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She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho
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Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show
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I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the pussy
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And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush
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Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming
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Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds
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I said, "I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease,
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Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave."
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Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon
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Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom
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I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe
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And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray
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I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox
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Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic
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Because she gave me gonorrhea,
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Yo, I'ma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her
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[Chorus x2]
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One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside
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Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride
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Hoes be hotter than a sauna
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So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner
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I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell
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She was mad point-blank, she was right for L
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But she tried to play me like a statue black
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I said, "Sweeheart whats your name?"
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"I gotta man," "I ain't ask you that."
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She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich,
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You won't be able to switch, I said, "Fuck you bitch."
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Another girl walked by, I called her
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"Excuse me what's your name" "Lorraine, what's yours"
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Ayyo, game I kicked well,
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I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L
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I was looking smooth with the jewelry
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She said, "L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?" "You'll see."
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Ayyo, my pockets were extra thick,
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"So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick."
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Yeah, I bagged that ho well
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Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel.
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And when it comes to this I'ma a professor
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I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her
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But I must be getting older
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Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier
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I started stickin up quick
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And the next time I took a piss,
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a motherfuckin flame shot out my dick
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[Chorus x4]
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[Big L & Lord Finesse talk until fade]
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Clinic (I Shoulda Worn A Rubba)
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