Yours (Explicit)
Big L"Yours (Explicit)" is a song by Big L, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:05 long and contains 116 lines and 946 words.
Lyrics
0:00Yours(feat. O.C.) - Big L/O.C.
0:01Yeah yeah yeah yeah
0:04Big L
0:04Yeah big L Corleone aka Tommy Gibbs
0:11Flamboyent Entertainment DITC forever
0:17Word up it's time to let these punk n***as know
0:20We gonna hit 'em like this check it out
0:22Yo while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high
0:25I'm out buying the finest things money can buy
0:28Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke
0:30Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke
0:33All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
0:35You male groupie you ought to be ashamed of yourself
0:38Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat
0:41I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet
0:43And I'm not just a rapper I got drugs on the street
0:46I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet
0:48If you think I'm not as nice as whoever
0:50Then put your money up
0:51Put your jewels up whatever put your honey up
0:54Put your raggedy house up punk or shut your mouth up
0:56Before I buck lead make a lot of blood shed
0:59Turn your trunks red far from broke got enough bread
1:01Mad hoes ask Beavis I get nothing Butt-head
1:04OCTo the tic tic and you don't quit
1:06Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
1:09Being broke is a b***h y'all
1:10There's no such thing as quit y'all
1:12As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
1:14To the tic tic and you don't quit
1:16Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
1:19Being broke is a b***h y'all
1:20There's no such thing as quit y'all
1:22As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
1:24True indeed L I hear these n***as
1:26Talking out their mouth slick
1:27Mad 'cause they b***hes is all on our dick
1:29Peeping us out at the bar checking out
1:31What kind of champagne
1:32We sip jealous of the ice on my wrist
1:34We pop Don and crys no less
1:36Hard pressed motherf**kers chipping
1:38In for White Star Moet
1:39Chickenheads flock around us
1:41Thug n***as protect us
1:42At the end of the night all
1:43The hoes want to sex us
1:45While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
1:47You face the song you'll never find Lou Rawls s**t
1:50I don't f**k a n***a with two good hands and feet
1:53Be bumming and not surviving the streets
1:55Get your weight up right now we ain't promised later
1:57Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers
2:00Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper
2:02Instead of going out like pushead black straight up
2:05To the tic tic and you don't quit
2:07Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
2:10Being broke is a b***h y'all
2:11There's no such thing as quit y'all
2:13As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
2:15To the tic tic and you don't quit
2:17Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
2:20Being broke is a b***h y'all
2:22There's no such thing as quit y'all
2:23As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
2:25Big L
2:26Check it my s**t is so hot
2:27I give the mic a heat rash
2:28I keep cash you couldn't pay me
2:30To rhyme if the beat's trash
2:31I stay bulletproofed up Benz couped up
2:33When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff
2:35No doubt we're souped up African as f**k
2:38N***as can't touch what we're holding
2:40When it comes to the buck
2:41I push the double R ride through the city like a star
2:43Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard
2:46I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up
2:48But first I'm a smack this
2:49B***h up 'cause she's flash my six up
2:51I ain't the one to tax or stick up
2:52Cats get hit up
2:53Fronting on me y'all n***as got nothing on me
2:56Yo let's double the cream and stay pop
2:57And hold it for ransom
2:58Keep the bricks sell 'em all triple the pie handsome
3:01Kill two birds with one stone get full blown
3:04Tango and Cash live n***as Mush and Corleone
3:06To the tic tic and you don't quit
3:08Let no man stand in between you
3:10And your dough and s**t
3:11Being broke is a b***h y'all
3:13There's no such thing as quit y'all
3:15As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
3:17To the tic tic and you don't quit
3:19Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t
3:21Being broke is a b***h y'all
3:23There's no such thing as quit y'all
3:25As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours
3:27I be up in the cut up in some guts
3:29While you home busy stuck in a rut
3:31And wonder why you keep f**king it up
3:33I got your whole crew sucking it up
3:35And p***y cats ain't nothing but butt
3:37Better go back to cutting it up putting it up
3:40Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt
3:42Measuring off brown n***as while I'm trucking it up
3:44And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck
3:47I'm the beat digger hip-hop complete n***a
3:50You never fall off 'cause I move sweet n***a
3:52Street n***a but I can talk to the whitey
3:55Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty
3:57Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mine
4:00Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes
4:02Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind
4:05Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge uh
Yours(feat. O.C.) - Big L/O.C. Yeah yeah yeah yeah Big L Yeah big L Corleone aka Tommy Gibbs Flamboyent Entertainment DITC forever Word up it's time to let these punk n***as know We gonna hit 'em like this check it out Yo while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high I'm out buying the finest things money can buy Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke All on my back because of the fame and the wealth You male groupie you ought to be ashamed of yourself Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet And I'm not just a rapper I got drugs on the street I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet If you think I'm not as nice as whoever Then put your money up Put your jewels up whatever put your honey up Put your raggedy house up punk or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead make a lot of blood shed Turn your trunks red far from broke got enough bread Mad hoes ask Beavis I get nothing Butt-head OCTo the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours True indeed L I hear these n***as Talking out their mouth slick Mad 'cause they b***hes is all on our dick Peeping us out at the bar checking out What kind of champagne We sip jealous of the ice on my wrist We pop Don and crys no less Hard pressed motherf**kers chipping In for White Star Moet Chickenheads flock around us Thug n***as protect us At the end of the night all The hoes want to sex us While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls You face the song you'll never find Lou Rawls s**t I don't f**k a n***a with two good hands and feet Be bumming and not surviving the streets Get your weight up right now we ain't promised later Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper Instead of going out like pushead black straight up To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours Big L Check it my s**t is so hot I give the mic a heat rash I keep cash you couldn't pay me To rhyme if the beat's trash I stay bulletproofed up Benz couped up When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff No doubt we're souped up African as f**k N***as can't touch what we're holding When it comes to the buck I push the double R ride through the city like a star Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up But first I'm a smack this B***h up 'cause she's flash my six up I ain't the one to tax or stick up Cats get hit up Fronting on me y'all n***as got nothing on me Yo let's double the cream and stay pop And hold it for ransom Keep the bricks sell 'em all triple the pie handsome Kill two birds with one stone get full blown Tango and Cash live n***as Mush and Corleone To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you And your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and s**t Being broke is a b***h y'all There's no such thing as quit y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours I be up in the cut up in some guts While you home busy stuck in a rut And wonder why you keep f**king it up I got your whole crew sucking it up And p***y cats ain't nothing but butt Better go back to cutting it up putting it up Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt Measuring off brown n***as while I'm trucking it up And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck I'm the beat digger hip-hop complete n***a You never fall off 'cause I move sweet n***a Street n***a but I can talk to the whitey Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mine Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge uh
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