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