Big L - M.V.P.
Дата добавления: 06 сентября 2017
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Big L
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[Verse 1:]
Ayo, spark up the phillies and pass the Stout,
Make it quick money grip or your ass is out,
In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning,
You seen what happened in my last fight friend, aight then.
L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat,
Comparin' yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet,
And clown rappers, I'm bound to slay,
I'm sayin' ‘hi' to all the cuties from around the way.
Yeah, ‘cause I got all of them sprung Jack,
My girls are like boomerangs,
No matter how far I throw them, they come back,
I'm comin' straight out the NYC,
I'm down with Diggin' In The Crates and I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
[Verse 2:]
Yo, it's a must that I get papes,
Peace to all the DJ's, who gave me love on they mixtapes,
And once again the man's back with a dance track,
So here's your chance, Jack, to get loose and let your hands clap.
I got juice like Beaucoup, mad crews, I broke through,
Brothers be mad ‘cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to.
And everytime I'm jammed, I always find a loophole,
I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol.
And my raps are unbelievable like aliens and flyin' saucers,
No more iron horses ‘cause I'm buyin' Porsches,
Comin' straight out the NYC,
Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
[Verse 3:]
Battles, I lose none, I make crews run,
I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one,
I run up like Machine Gun Kelly with a black skully,
Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle.
I'm the neighborhood lamper, punani vamper,
Mess around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mommy's hamper,
And nowadays girls want you for your money,
I'm like Hev, I got nuttin' but love for you, honey.
And since I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick,
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my...
I'm comin' straight out the NYC,
Rap's my J.O.B., and I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, spark up the phillies and pass the Stout,
Make it quick money grip or your ass is out,
In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning,
You seen what happened in my last fight friend, aight then.
L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat,
Comparin' yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet,
And clown rappers, I'm bound to slay,
I'm sayin' ‘hi' to all the cuties from around the way.
Yeah, ‘cause I got all of them sprung Jack,
My girls are like boomerangs,
No matter how far I throw them, they come back,
I'm comin' straight out the NYC,
I'm down with Diggin' In The Crates and I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
[Verse 2:]
Yo, it's a must that I get papes,
Peace to all the DJ's, who gave me love on they mixtapes,
And once again the man's back with a dance track,
So here's your chance, Jack, to get loose and let your hands clap.
I got juice like Beaucoup, mad crews, I broke through,
Brothers be mad ‘cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to.
And everytime I'm jammed, I always find a loophole,
I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol.
And my raps are unbelievable like aliens and flyin' saucers,
No more iron horses ‘cause I'm buyin' Porsches,
Comin' straight out the NYC,
Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
[Verse 3:]
Battles, I lose none, I make crews run,
I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one,
I run up like Machine Gun Kelly with a black skully,
Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle.
I'm the neighborhood lamper, punani vamper,
Mess around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mommy's hamper,
And nowadays girls want you for your money,
I'm like Hev, I got nuttin' but love for you, honey.
And since I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick,
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my...
I'm comin' straight out the NYC,
Rap's my J.O.B., and I'm M.V.P.
[Chorus:]
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P,
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.
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