Rhonda, who pushed the black Honda Took her to the crib an' bombed her With this big brown anaconda What up, miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who
drinks all night and shit You goin home with a nigga or what? Tell me somethin! Uhh Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) Whattup miss, who you hidin wit? Who you slidin wit? Who
Translation: Big L. Who You Slidin' Wit'.
Translation: Who, the. Big L.
crib, so big, i'm talkin' town size sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size yeah i gotta big head ho, i think it's crown size bitch i do it big
me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with their friends Girl, you got it, let 'em know everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my L
in the pouring rain Let the water eat my worried brain Some days I just can't get along I need the head to leave my shoulders on Palm trees, the flat broke disease And L
Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and
atlanta remix it had to go down i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown where the people dont visit they move out here and aint no tellin who
, I'm burnin' On my way from Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch Bourbon Identity of this man I look Persian Hey yo, we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from or who
' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow, who did it? It was me
to breakin' my craps and fuck all they motherfuckin' hoes Made another car-hit, 30 Killers on the hip Ready to rock, packin' Magnums and glocks Man connections, who
steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call Recommend that you get your homies And watch your motherfuckin' game fall I only like my shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L
I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank
! Time to take you back to the days of old Six-fo Chevys, big fat go Out throw the West with the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was
shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed You can fight all night but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer Rap king pin, L.A. big
on ya like this Check it out, to the brothers who put me on In hip hop I'm talkin' 'bout grandmaster KAZZ Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Islam, Africa Bambata Roger from encore jams out here in L
