Big L - Exclusive 2003 sh** lyrics

[Big L] I keep a stash full of cash puffin gra** with a dash of some hash Jeans be sagging off half of my a** I keep it ghetto still I'm a fly fellow I love the cuties nomatter if they dark skin or high yellow My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw I'm getting chedda galore like never before I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist I rock the blue face presidential full of ice Me and my crew is sick like the flu So what you gone do boo when we come for you HUH? It ain't no calling time out once I climb out The garbage can with two nines out and blow your spine out How could you call yourself emcees? This is from the hood I know you feel me How could you call yourself emcees? I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself emcees? This is from the hood I know you feel me How could you call yourself emcees? I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned Ayo my whole entourage is large from here to Vegas Imitators hate us cause we sport gators and flavors Put snitches in boxes coppers and federals watch us They tried everything in this world to lock us but can't stop us I'm known for rocking tours picture me mopping floors Only f** with Kis and not the kind that be locking doors What I recite be taking hours to write So if you bite just tell your man what kind of flowers you like I be that buck wild foul criminal who make the women smile It's time to drop something new it been a while And L is that n***a you expect to catch wreck on any casette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet How could you call yourself emcees? This is from the hood I know you feel me How could you call yourself emcees? I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself emcees? This is from the hood I know you feel me How could you call yourself emcees? I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned