| f/ Stan Spit | |
| [Big L] | |
| Yo what's the deal miss? | |
| I'm sayin tho', let me know somethin right now | |
| Y'know we been dancin all night | |
| I been buyin you drinks all night and shit | |
| You goin home with a nigga or what? | |
| Tell me somethin! Uhh | |
| Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) | |
| Whattup miss, who you hidin wit? | |
| Who you slidin wit? Who you ridin wit? | |
| We can jump in the SL | |
| Rent a room at the best 'tel | |
| I make it last cause I sex well | |
| [Big L] | |
| Henn Rock and Alize I get drunk off | |
| Whattup miss? Get wit a real man and cut that punk off | |
| E'rythang gon' be alright | |
| I been - watchin you watch me all night | |
| I asked honey her name and she told me Celeste | |
| She had big breasts, honey had me harder than a Spanish test | |
| We on the dancefloor, gettin our boogie on | |
| I see the haters watchin me with they hoodies on | |
| Tryin to peep the ice under the sleeve | |
| I'm like, 'It's time to breeze,' told honey, 'Let's leave' | |
| Took her to Ema G's(?), got some eggs and cheese | |
| Grits fishcakes and orange juice, freshly squeezed | |
| When she finished her meal, I said, 'What's the deal | |
| for real - you goin home or you tryin to chill?' | |
| She got close, whispered somethin slow in my ear | |
| and it ain't hard to tell where we goin from here | |
| Yeah.. | |
| Chorus | |
| [Stan Spit] | |
| I ain't on that hatin stuff | |
| I was feelin shorty then the bitch told me she was datin Puff | |
| I'm a average nigga, then she said she was in the 6 | |
| my relationship, with that nigga called Jigga | |
| I'ma compete with that? I'm a corner nigga sellin crack | |
| Guess I gotta be a ballplayin nigga to bone Da Brat | |
| One bitch, I ain't even wanna **** | |
| She runnin around, all open off Kurupt | |
| The hoe I thought, was gon' be real easy | |
| told me she got a man and he's some beatmakin nigga named Stevie | |
| What's wrong with these hoes? I'ma fly nigga | |
| I don't wanna go flip Mo' to Rah Digga | |
| or Miss Lopez, bitch no feds | |
| She used to be in the Bronx, rockin Pro Keds | |
| with some Dominican 'dro heads, ridin on top this | |
| on the back of mopeds, titties all out - what what? | |
| Chorus | |
| [Big L] | |
| Is yo' game rusty? Around yo' dame, never trust me | |
| Cause soon as you blink I'ma slide her off then bust three | |
| And I only lay pipe to dimes | |
| A lot of niggaz I know are takin care of kids that might be mines | |
| I love to go low, I'm freaky like that | |
| I never get caught creepin cause I'm sneaky like that, uhh | |
| It ain't my fault your girl be hoe-hoppin | |
| And matter of fact, the last time you gave her loot to go shoppin | |
| honey picked me up some dope shirts | |
| It's because of me why she's walkin crooked and her throat hurts | |
| I hate to wait, cause I'm not on the patient tip | |
| Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship | |
| And when you mention my name, it ring a bell | |
| Ask any female, nobody do it like L | |
| I met this chick Rhonda, who pushed the black Honda | |
| Took her to the crib and bombed her with this big brown anaconda | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| [Big L] | |
| Uhh.. Flamboyant Entertainment | |
| NFL.. one-three-nine, Lenox Ave | |
| Harlem shit, uhh | |
| That's how we do, yeah.. |
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