Big L - Unexpected Flava lyrics

[Big L] 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 MCs 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 sk**s on the mic you oughta dash Cause rappers that're 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 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 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 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 s** L Because my raps are real raw I'm hard as a steel door, with sk**s most MCs'll k** for I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme Big L's 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 abuse 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 MCs like a game of Sega Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava 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 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 Now I'm gonna kick flave 'til the microphone's broke And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc I screw who*es, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls I write raps that hurt MCs 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 sk**s are sharp like a razor but don't sweat it This is the unexpected flava 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 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