Da Unexpected Flava Big L

[Verse 1]
Yo! I'm the one who makes 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 a 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 da unexpected flava

[Hook]
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!