Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flamboyant , by - Big L. Release date: 10.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flamboyant |
| Yeah yeah, big L, Corleone |
| My nigga C-town |
| My big brother big Lee holdin' it down |
| Flamboyant baby, for life |
| We takin' over, comin' to a theater near you |
| Check it out, come on check it |
| Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight |
| Better watch me 'round your girl if you ain’t fuckin' her right |
| You damn playa haters never wanna see me blow |
| Flamboyant entertainment C.E.O. |
| Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain’t his no more |
| When Lee come home, niggas can’t live no more |
| And, I’m straight, keep a Harlem world mind state |
| I never lounge where you find Jake |
| Surprise niggas like a blind date, l rhyme great |
| And I’m a increase the crime rate for old time’s sake |
| Run with me and I’m a make you a star |
| When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar |
| Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 |
| Never pay for parties, say my name and I’m in free |
| I’m on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit |
| Sellin' niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit |
| I’m dumb hot, I’ll wreck you and your young flock |
| Keep the gun cock, represent one block |
| 139 nigga, the danger zone |
| We quick to put a bullet in a stranger’s dome |
| I’m known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine |
| Yo I’m out, I done took up enough time |
| We out, no doubt, you know how we do |
| Flamboyant for life |
| Big L, Corleone |
| A smooth kid that’ll run up in your baby mother |
| Big L, for real |
| Corleone is too advanced for y’all |
| Big L |
| I’m a pimped-out nigga for real |
| Big L |
| Corleone is too advanced for y’all |
| Yo it’s Corleone and queen’s most, we bust 'til your whole team ghost |
| Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever |
| Poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem |
| I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome |
| However you want it is how I’m gonna give it to you, big l style |
| They brought it back to the streets 'cause that shit sell now |
| So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space |
| I represent Harlem world, not Melrose place |
| So I’m a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes |
| Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks |
| Y’all niggas better stop frontin' 'cause I might get vexed |
| And I’m a run up on y’all and slice y’all necks |
| With the Machete, pockets heavy, slang more Cane than Eddie |
| I represent uno trece nueve |
| Time is money so I stay late, I’m quick to sign a playmate |
| Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh |
| Big L, Corleone |
| A smooth kid that’ll run up in your baby mother |
| Big L, for real |
| Corleone is too advanced for y’all |
| Big L |
| I’m a pimped-out nigga""for real |
| Big L |
| Corleone is too advanced for y’all |
| Big L |
| I leave mics torn |
| Big L |
| I leave mics torn |