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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Big L
Big L
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Edward Martin
Chris Edward Martin
Komponist:in
Lamont Coleman
Lamont Coleman
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Produzent:in

Lyrics

One-two (alright), y'all know, y'all know (we gon' keep it movin') Check this out though! (Y'all know) We keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin' Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is (make some noise), get 'em up (make some noise) If you a true underground head, you know what this mean right here, baby This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up You know what this mean It don't mean lazy motherfucker either, get it up! A'ight? You ready, Preem'? It don't mean- Everybody, keep your L up like that It don't mean nothin' (word) but one thing Big L (Big L), Big L (Big L), Big L (yeah) Big L, rest in peace (rest in peace) Yeah, yeah, yeah (God bless y'all, God bless y'all) Now, come on Yeah, yeah Do you wanna mess with this? (God bless this carrier, yeah) I'm one of the best yet (come on) Big L Throw that L up in the air We gon' have you do this shit all motherfuckin' night, so get used to it Get used to it This is for my man Big L, word 'em up (word 'em up) Put your Ls up, put your Ls up Put your Ls up, put your Ls up Big L Corleone My-my-my nigga (uh-huh), my-my-my nigga C-Town My big brother Big Lee holdin' it down (uh-huh) Flam-flam, flam-flam-flamboyant, baby For-for-for-for-for life, for life Big L For my man, Big L (Big L) Yo, you know the game plan C-Town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan Everything I rock is name-brand L'll make your dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest cliques Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nothing about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L? Yo, that's like jewels without ice That's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker Big, Big, Big L Corleone My-my-my nigga (uh-huh), my-my-my nigga C-Town My big brother Big Lee holdin' it down (uh-huh) Flam-flam, flam-flam-flamboyant, baby For-for-for-for-for life, for life (for life, for life, for life...)
Writer(s): Bernie Taupin, Elton John Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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