Big L — Platinum Plus Original Riverside Mix

*Scratch* Champion Sound... *Scratch* Champion Sound... *Scratch* Champion Sound... [Verse 1: C-Town] I be that Harlem World party pleaser You might catch me on one-three-nine sippin' a Bacardi Breezer That's where I rest at, killin' tracks is what I'm best at Jealousy? I expect that, I don't stress that I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on Treat her nice, take her out, and trick some cream on TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on It ain't all about me, I'm tryin' to put my team on 'Casue it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on You think you can do it like this? Dream on I'ma chrome my rims and ice my chain Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, son I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin' my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin', trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin' You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin' I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best And I stopped hangin' around y'all, cause niggas like you Be prayin' on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader what? Nobody Followed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 3: C-Town] I stay sweatin' out a bitch perm I love it when the girl ass is fat, and they tits firm I take all the dough my chicks earn I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn A hoodlum like Fishburne Act illy, get smacked silly with the Mac milli' You see me on MTV and Rap City Keep frontin' I'ma step out, mask on with the TEC out Squeeze shots and make you check out [Verse 4: Big L] And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, I got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head While I'm tourin' countries, you on the block poutin' I done fucked so many hoes, after two-thou' I stopped countin' [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)...