They wanna know why, I’m so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye I’m looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn’t give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.
My name is L and I’m from a part of town where clowns, Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds ‘Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax, they’re sneakier than alley cats, that’s why I carry gats
If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.
The Big L was cold crazy, A top-notch crook snatchin’ pocket books from old ladies I told him, “Give up the dough, before you get smoked! Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) Now you’re dead broke”