Dann-I - Put Another Reggae Pon Top [paroles]

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Dann-I - Put Another Reggae Pon Top

Paroles: Put Another Reggae Pon Top

[Verse 1: Big L]

Aiyyo, 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 the 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 shottie smoking

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 thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six

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 the shottie

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'se a funny nigga

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: Kid Capri]

[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 shit is for real here

If you battle L you picked the wrong head

I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead

And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill 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