Текст песни Big L f Kool G. Rap - The Big Picture
Big L f Kool G. Rap - The Big Picture слова песни
[L] Yeah, check this shit out[K] Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L[K] Holdin it di-down, ya heard?[Big L]Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new songIf they said that shit is hot then they told you wrongClown niggaz, you ain`t got a chance at allBig L Corleone too advanced for y`allI make moves and boss all across the worldso don`t be upset if I toss your girlI got cheddar to blow, pockets never get lowBitches sweat me wherever I goI cruise in a GS Lex`, Cartier specsNautica sweats with the fresh GortexJewels with baguettes, swingin like the MetsThrowin the dice and takin all size betsNever bummy; sip rummy, get moneyWhen I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummyOn the le-low I see dough from here to RioFlamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what?Chorus: Kool G. RapYo - all of y`all weak people fall backG. Rap and Big L, we all thatGoin back to back where they brawl atSwing and walk with tall batsLeavin big holes with small gatsHave `em all fallin where the wall atAll of y`all weak people fall backG. Rap and Big L, we all thatGoin back to back where they brawl atSwing and walk with tall batsLeavin big holes with small gatsHave `em all fallin where the wall at[Kool G. Rap]Yo, from the spot to the cellblocksHot as hell blocks where shells popWhere they sell rock to cop the SL dropHood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell copsPeople find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shotsNiggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail dropNew York livin, got a nigga four-fifth limpinSend you as a gift to the morticianif you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbiddenI say it one time before spittinthen I leave your forehead drippinI laid low then came back for more bread grippinMore thread flippinMore head from chickens, it`s time to turn the ape looseBust out the cage and let the gauge looseBlow the feathers out of your Nordface gooseIt`s G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troopsHave y`all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe RuthHave you holdin holes in your body like you play fluteLay you down til you get found up in the sprayed CoupePrepare for the takeover - give you the face makeoverthe seedier row and sheet draped overBe found on the block with the street taped overor comin out of deep coma, your speech made slowerCorona Queens shakedown; I`m comin with the nickel-plate poundto trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe townLacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crownya heard?Chorus 2X[Kool G. Rap]Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big LKnahmean? {*echoes*}