[Big L]
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Yo I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor
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And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people clap your hands for
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The one they call Big L
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I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell
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My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell?
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So grab the Moet and take a sip
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I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip, but don't flip
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We on the party tip
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I get so loose, on tracks that I produce
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MCs be frontin' mad hard but got no juice
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I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out
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Violate L and it's lights out
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And if you got no skills on the mic you oughta dash
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Cause rappers that're sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast
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I'm gettin' high rates in all states, makin' papes with the crew called:
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Diggin' in the Crates!
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I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer, Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Now when I'm on the stage microphones I lock tight
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The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight
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Yo I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well
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Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L
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Because my raps are real raw
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I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MCs'll kill for
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I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme
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Because L's the greatest of all times, so gimme my props, I want all mines
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Battles I refuse to lose, I chose to cruise smooth like the blues
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I never hear boos cause I abuse
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In '93 I'm blowin' up like dynamite
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And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light
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L's a teenage poet that men fear
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Chief to be sincere, you got no wins here
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I play MCs like a game of Sega
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Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Now I'm gonna kick flave 'til the microphone's broke
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And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc
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I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls
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I write raps that hurt MCs like blue balls
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In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows
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You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip toes
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I live in the ghetto and rap is my route out
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Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out
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Since I'm paid I could knock any ho' boots
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But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot
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Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick
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I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
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Ayyo my cards I'm playin' well
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Picture that, a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell
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My rap skills are sharp like a razor but don't sweat it
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This is the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Once again it's the man with the flava
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Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
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Unexpected Flava
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| Big L |
