Da UnExpected Flava by Big L Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor
And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people, clap your hands for
The one they call Big L
I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell
My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell?
So grab the Moët and take a sip
I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip
But don't flip, we on the party tip
I get so loose on tracks that I produce
MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice
I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out
Violate L and it's lights out
And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash
'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast
I'm gettin' high rates in all states
Makin' papes with the crew called (Diggin' In The Crates!)
I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Hook]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Verse 2]
Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight
The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight
Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well
Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L
Because my raps are real raw
I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for
I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme
Big L is the greatest of all times
So gimme my props, I want all mines
Battles I refuse to lose
I chose to cruise smooth like the blues
I never hear boos 'cause I amuse
In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite
And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light
L's a teenage poet that men fear
Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here
I play MC's like a game of Sega
'Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava
[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Verse 3]
Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke
And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc
I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls
I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls
In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows
You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes
I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out
Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out
Since I'm paid, I could knock any ho' boots
But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot
Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
Ayyo, my cards I'm playin' well
Picture that; a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell
My rap skills are sharp like a razor
But don't sweat it, this is the unexpected flava
[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Big L givin' shout-outs]
Yeah, I'd like to say what's up to Kid Capri, Silva D
Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito
Lanell from ninety-point-three
My man Buckwild, EZ LP
Can't forget Ron G
And my man Lovebug Starski
Peace... I'm out
Yo, I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor
And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people, clap your hands for
The one they call Big L
I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell
My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell?
So grab the Moët and take a sip
I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip
But don't flip, we on the party tip
I get so loose on tracks that I produce
MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice
I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out
Violate L and it's lights out
And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash
'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast
I'm gettin' high rates in all states
Makin' papes with the crew called (Diggin' In The Crates!)
I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Hook]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Verse 2]
Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight
The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight
Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well
Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L
Because my raps are real raw
I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for
I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme
Big L is the greatest of all times
So gimme my props, I want all mines
Battles I refuse to lose
I chose to cruise smooth like the blues
I never hear boos 'cause I amuse
In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite
And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light
L's a teenage poet that men fear
Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here
I play MC's like a game of Sega
'Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava
[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Verse 3]
Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke
And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc
I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls
I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls
In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows
You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes
I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out
Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out
Since I'm paid, I could knock any ho' boots
But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot
Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
Ayyo, my cards I'm playin' well
Picture that; a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell
My rap skills are sharp like a razor
But don't sweat it, this is the unexpected flava
[Hook x2]
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Once again, it's the man with the flava
Big L is the man with the unexpected flava
[Big L givin' shout-outs]
Yeah, I'd like to say what's up to Kid Capri, Silva D
Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito
Lanell from ninety-point-three
My man Buckwild, EZ LP
Can't forget Ron G
And my man Lovebug Starski
Peace... I'm out