O.c. - Put It On (97' Live at the Subterranea in London) lyrics

[Intro: Big L, O.C.] Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah, yeah! Now everybody bounce, come on bounce! Everybody bounce, come on bounce! Everybody bounce, come on bounce! Come on, bounce! Check it out Now pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! C'mon! Pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! C'mon! C'mon! Pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! Check it out! [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, you better flee hops Or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks Every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some n***as '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 hotty open, I keep the shotty smokin' Front and get half the bones in your body broken When it comes to gettin' nookie, not a rookie Got girls that make that b**h Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty five bodies n***a, don't make it thirty six Step to this you're good as gone, everybody in the house Come along, sing it on, come on! [Hook: Kid Capri, Big L, O.C.] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on and on and on 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 nothin' from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth Known to gas a hotty, 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; known to hit skins / Get ends and commit sins with sick friends Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny n***a I flows, so one of my shows, wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn / Everybody in the house sing along, come on! [Hook: Kid Capri, Big L, O.C.] Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on Represent and put it on, c'mon put it on… [Adlib: Big L] One more time, throw your hands up Uh, throw your hands up, everybody Change the verse, check it out [Verse 3: Big L] I keep the Teflon vest on, tattoo on my left arm L the next don, wild like a ex-con My life revolve around stars and hoes Ridiculous icy j**els, crazy cars and clothes Don't forget phat houses I love the way this track bounces Word, L f** with kis, you f** with half ounces I want money like Trump got I'm too lazy to work and never had a jump shot So I got bricks from José, I sip rozay This dick is not free anymore, I make them hoes pay b**hes love us, cause we stay laced When we rock, you should see they face I motivate crowds like DJ Ace / And I push a six with VA plates Runnin' sh** like a relay race [Hook: Kid Capri] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on [Adlib: Big L] A'yo, we came straight from NYC All the way across seas for y'all Sore throat and everything And we still gon' put it on [Shout Outs: Big L, (Kid Capri)] A'yo 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.) My man O.C (yeah they be puttin' it on and on.) My Man Ogee (he be puttin' it on.) My man Mr Dave (yeah they be puttin' it on and on.) All my peoples in London (yeah I be puttin' it on.) Of course Big L (yeah we be puttin' it on and on…) [Outro: Big L] And I'm out…