Put It On

作詞：Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Big L & Buckwild     作曲：Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Big L & Buckwild

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on...

Aiyo, you betta flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers' hearts pumping like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout, and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go BOOM BOOM, and yo' guns go pow pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to getting nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi
I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36
Step to this, you're good as gone
Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on, Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn
C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, C'MON!

Nobody can take nothing from Big L but a loss, chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
Got more cash than Gotti
You don't know, you better ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins
And get ends and commit sins with sick friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you's a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leaving competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catching wreck to the break of dawn
In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on

So put it on, Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn
Put it on, Big L
Put it on, represent
Put it on C'mon on put it on

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from a me you provoke

I drink Moet, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangster lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm putting rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause I be hanging in Harlem, and shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slamming, I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on, Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn
Big L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on, Big L put it on ond on
Word up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this
Big L, c'mon

Lord Finesse (He be puttin it on)
My man Buckwild (He be puttin it on and on)
My man Fat Joe (He be puttin it on)
Showbiz and A.G. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on)
I can’t forget Diamond D (He be puttin it on)
The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on)
And of course Kid Capri (Yeah I be puttin it on)
The whole N.Y.C. (Yeah we be puttin it on and on)
And I’m out