I put it on Yes, 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 Put it on, c'mon, put
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 Put it on, c'mon put it on.. [* unknown patois
Traduction: Big L. Put It On.
m a spend it, spend it, spend it all I'm a spend it, spend it, spend it all Cause we gon' spend it, spend it, spend it all I'm a spend it, spend it
tryin' to make it (Make it) Do every thing but fake it (Fake it) Stress on my mind (Mind) It's so hard to take it I'm back on the grind (Grind) Just look
it, spend it, spend it all I'm a spend it, spend it, spend it all Cause we gon' spend it, spend it, spend it all I'm a spend it, spend it all on you,
now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it
shot and robbed by your own neighbor When the cops ridin' by, it ain't safer They'll probably shock ya ass with them tasers 'Round here, we ain't big on
drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear
Uh, I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah) I think y'all know by now it's .. [Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah
on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L
Niggaz want it, now they get it Bitches on it, now they wit it Flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and bb kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it
B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My
nonsense again He thinkin' its sweet get shots like you on Insulin When I pull off the dealers lots no mileage is on it This bad boy move with guns with silencers on it
let tha hammer get it If you talkin' - I'm sparkin', him and his mayne a get it (Brraatt!) A head shot, numb his body like a anastetic I got, money on
give up Run up in a bank, and say this is a stick-up Put my pain on records, and record sales picked up The tears I done shed, led me to the big bucks
you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas We bringing the real back, street shit Gangsta shit, fin to put
could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The classified lady, sho nuff Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed Sitting back on
