Big L — Da UnExpected Flava

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook x2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Hook x2] 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 [Big L givin' shout-outs] 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