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Holdin' It Down Lyrics - Singles - Big L

Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment, no doubt 

 

Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks 

Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks 

I sex them chicks and send them home 

Corleone is known to be stoned 

 

When I bone, I'm rubbered up 

In case that shit full blown 

The other night around 8 p.m 

Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM 

 

Went to the ATM, took a thou' out 

Then later on I had to wild out 

In the club, knock some coward and his pal out 

Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out 

 

Now I'm thinkin', which chick number I could dial out 

'Cause it's l, the Harlem pimp baby, for real 

I got more dimes than that Sprint lady 

 

And that's ill, playa haters be givin' me harsh looks 

But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks 

So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the Skelly on 

Illegal chips keep my Celly on 

Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on 

 

If it ain't Cristal Boo, I guess it's perignon 

If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on 

Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst 

I've been off the scene over three years 

 

And cats is still thirst, to hear big l drop an ill verse 

So all you unsigned cats that want to battle 

Get a deal first, I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat 

That attitude, you better get rid of that 

Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at, what? 

 

I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel 

Makin' figures while you broke cats keepin' it real 

L is rap's most livest cat 

I'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people 

"Do you want fries with that? 

 

I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced 

The one police wouldn't dare chase 

Keep my gear laced do I walk around without papers? No way pal 

Word up my money longer than the OJ trial 

 

Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue, niggaz wanna know 

Do you still got it got it? 

Yeah yeah yeah Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? 

 

Stan spit, yo, uh 

Yo what the hell y'all can tell spit? not shit 

I did a flick and bounced on L's shit 

Well shit, expect me to go platinum 

That's the only reason why I'm rappin' 

 

And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen 

With no release date, I sell in each state 

I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a Cheeses teak 

So what I'm a Harlem king, doin' my thing 

My name ring chains and dames what the fame bring 

After platinum it's the same thing 

 

And niggaz'll never learn 

'Til I pull the steel and make they lover burn 

You don't get another turn, game's over 

Here's my flamethrower 

 

Rearrange your rover, Harlem soldier 

Wait 'til I get older and we won't stop 

I thought Mase told ya 

Nigga stan he do what he gotta 

And these haters can't do me nada 

Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada 

 

Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know 

Do you still got it got it? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? 

 

Yo, yo move the fuck, a bring the heat, when I touch tracks 

These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that 

These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that 

I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at 

 

Now, where the brews, and the drugs at? 

Corrupt cats kept slug hats 

Asked the feds where the bugs at 

Puff with the dread, 'cause I puff black 

 

High, til' I die, and you can trust that 

All I wanna know is the club packed? 

I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that 

She put my Nutsac, back where her lungs at little hoe 

And them niggaz who owe, give up that 

 

Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and OT 

Go 'head and provoke me 

Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B 

Still diggin', still livin', still givin' 

Y'all the ill written, still fuckin' like Bill Clinton 

 

Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know 

Do you still got it got it? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? 

 

Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know 

Do you still got it got it? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L 

Nigga long overdue niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? Big L