Party Arty - Big L lyrics

Big L: Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment PR: Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks I s** them chicks and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that sh** full blown The other night around 8 P.M Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM Went to the ATM, took a thou' out Then later on I had to wild out In the club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks But I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst I've been off the scene over three years And cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that want to battle; Get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude - you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real L is rap's most livest cat I'm gettin stacks while you askin people "Do you want fries with that?" I rob f*gs in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up - my money longer than the OJ trial [Hook: Miss Jones] Harlem world keep holdin it downnnnn Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L n***a long overdue - n***as wanna know Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Verse 2: Party Arty] Them lil' n***as that be rapping on my block'll diss you If you not official, when i co*k the pistol Lick a shot and hit you, spit the ox and rip you, plot to get you n***a f** boxing with you Brothers can't believe how the sk**s have gotten And I'm still mad plottin', the big apples mad rotten The rap co*king, I'm that hot and my gat popping I rap with the black stocking cap, over my face Taking over the place, put the toast in your face Open the safe, gimme the money the sculpture and the vase I run with n***as that'll throw a [?] of coke in your face n***as'll sign anything when that dough in your face I put two in your a**hole, tryna ruin my rap flow I spit like I'm chewing tobacco, we stack dough And pack fo' in the Range Rover Party Arty the flamethrower, game over [Hook: Miss Jones] [A.G.] Yo, yo move the f**, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks These n***as beef then wanna chill? f** that These rap n***as with the mills, we deduct that I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at Now where the brews, and the d** at? Corrupt cats kept slug hats Asked the feds where the bugs at Puff with the dread, cause I puff black High, til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know - is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little ho And them n***as who owe, give up that Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin Y'all the ill written, still f**in like Bill Clinton [Hook: Miss Jones](x2) [A.G.] Big L [Production by Pete Rock]