Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da UnExpected Flava, artist - Big L. Date of issue: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Da UnExpected Flava |
| 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 |
| MC’s 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 skills on the mic, you oughta dash |
| 'Cause rappers that’s 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 |
| 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 sex L |
| Because my raps are real raw |
| I’m hard as a steel door, with skills most MC’s would kill for |
| I’m known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme |
| Big L is 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 amuse |
| 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 MC’s 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 |
| Now, I’mma kick flav' 'til the microphone’s broke |
| And I’m known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc |
| I screw whores, I do tours, I’m smooth like Lou Rawls |
| I write raps that hurt MC’s 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 skills 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 |
| Yeah, I’d like to say what’s up to Kid Capri, Silva D |
| Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito |
| Lanell from ninety-point-three |
| My man Buckwild, EZ LP |
| Can’t forget Ron G |
| And my man Lovebug Starski |
| Peace… I’m out |