Chris Gehringer - Put It On lyrics

[Production by Buckwild] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on... [Verse 1: Big L] Aiyo, you betta flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumping like Reeboks And every year I gain clout, and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go BOOM BOOM, and yo' guns go pow pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin' Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to getting nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36 Step to this, you're good as gone Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on [Hook: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on C'mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, C'MON! [Verse 2: Big L] Nobody can take nothing from Big L but a loss, chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti You don't know, you better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins And get ends and commit sins with sick friends Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you's a funny n***a I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leaving competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catching wreck to the break of dawn In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on [Hook] So put it on, Big L, put it on C'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn Put it on, Big L Put it on, represent Put it on C'mon on put it on [Bridge: Patois Chatta] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead, from a me you provoke [Verse 3: Big L] I drink Moet, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangster lean I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm putting rappers in the wheelchair Big L is the villain you still fear Cause I be hanging in Harlem, and sh** is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't k** me, I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and k** pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slamming, I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone [Hook] So put it on, Big L, put it on C'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on, Big L put it on ond on Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this Big L, c'mon [Outro Big L (Kid Capri):] Lord Finesse (He be puttin it on) My man Buckwild (He be puttin it on and on) My man Fat Joe (He be puttin it on) Showbiz and A.G. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on) I can't forget Diamond D (He be puttin it on) The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on) And of course Kid Capri (Yeah I be puttin it on) The whole N.Y.C. (Yeah we be puttin it on and on) And I'm out [echoes]