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[Big L]Yo what's the deal miss?I'm sayin tho', let me know somethin right nowY'know we been dancin all nightI been buyin you drinks all night and shitYou goin home with a nigga or what?Tell me somethin! UhhChorus: Big L (repeat 2X)Whattup miss, who you hidin wit?Who you slidin wit? Who you ridin wit?We can jump in the SLRent a room at the best 'telI make it last cause I sex well[Big L]Henn Rock and Alize I get drunk offWhattup miss? Get wit a real man and cut that punk offE'rythang gon' be alrightI been - watchin you watch me all nightI asked honey her name and she told me CelesteShe had big breasts, honey had me harder than a Spanish testWe on the dancefloor, gettin our boogie onI see the haters watchin me with they hoodies onTryin to peep the ice under the sleeveI'm like, "It's time to breeze," told honey, "Let's leave"Took her to Ema G's(?), got some eggs and cheeseGrits fishcakes and orange juice, freshly squeezedWhen she finished her meal, I said, "What's the dealfor real - you goin home or you tryin to chill?"She got close, whispered somethin slow in my earand it ain't hard to tell where we goin from hereYeah..Chorus[Stan Spit]I ain't on that hatin stuffI was feelin shorty then the bitch told me she was datin PuffI'm a average nigga, then she said she was in the 6my relationship, with that nigga called JiggaI'ma compete with that? I'm a corner nigga sellin crackGuess I gotta be a ballplayin nigga to bone Da BratOne bitch, I ain't even wanna fuckShe runnin around, all open off KuruptThe hoe I thought, was gon' be real easytold me she got a man and he's some beatmakin nigga named StevieWhat's wrong with these hoes? I'ma fly niggaI don't wanna go flip Mo' to Rah Diggaor Miss Lopez, bitch no fedsShe used to be in the Bronx, rockin Pro Kedswith some Dominican 'dro heads, ridin on top thison the back of mopeds, titties all out - what what?Chorus[Big L]Is yo' game rusty? Around yo' dame, never trust meCause soon as you blink I'ma slide her off then bust threeAnd I only lay pipe to dimesA lot of niggaz I know are takin care of kids that might be minesI love to go low, I'm freaky like thatI never get caught creepin cause I'm sneaky like that, uhhIt ain't my fault your girl be hoe-hoppinAnd matter of fact, the last time you gave her loot to go shoppinhoney picked me up some dope shirtsIt's because of me why she's walkin crooked and her throat hurtsI hate to wait, cause I'm not on the patient tipJust hit me off, we don't need a relationshipAnd when you mention my name, it ring a bellAsk any female, nobody do it like LI met this chick Rhonda, who pushed the black HondaTook her to the crib and bombed her with this big brown anacondaChorus 2X[Big L]Uhh.. Flamboyant EntertainmentNFL.. one-three-nine, Lenox AveHarlem shit, uhhThat's how we do, yeah..more