Paroles de Stretch & Bobbito '92
Word, check it out, check it outCheck it out, bust it
M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session
Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question
It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird
that I'm feared, cuz my raps are roughed than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm +Def+ like +Jeff+, right to left
My raps are badder than mornin breath
For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect
cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
Suckers I'm a stick of they start
Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones
apart
I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!"
I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick
Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth
Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers
1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through
Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu I'm could slaughter each an'
every crab M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up
Gimme two thumbs up
Peace
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm +Def+ like +Jeff+, right to left
My raps are badder than mornin breath
For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect
cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
Suckers I'm a stick of they start
Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones
apart
I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!"
I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick
Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth
Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers
1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through
Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu I'm could slaughter each an'
every crab M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up
Gimme two thumbs up
Peace
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