Holdin\x27 It Down

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Holdin' It Down - Big L

Yea yeah, （no Flamboyant Entertainment 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 Brookslike Garth

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

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