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