Pete Rock - Who You Slidin' Wit' lyrics

[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 sh** You goin home with a n***a 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 s** 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 b**h told me she was datin Puff I'm a average n***a, then she said she was in the 6 My relationship, with that n***a called Jigga I'mma compete with that? I'm a corner n***a sellin crack Guess I gotta be a ballplayin n***a to bone Da Brat One b**h, I ain't even wanna f** She runnin around, all open off Kurupt The ho I thought, was gon' be real easy Told me she got a man and he's some beatmakin n***a named Stevie What's wrong with these hoes? I'mma fly n***a I don't wanna go flip Mo' to Rah Digga Or Miss Lopez, b**h 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'mma slide her off then bust three And I only lay pipe to dimes A lot of n***as 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 ho-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 sh**, uhh That's how we do, yeah..