Big L - Da Unexpected Flava lyrics

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

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!

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 choose 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 da unexpected flava

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!

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 hoe 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
A yo, 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 da unexpected flava

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!

Yeah, I'd like to say wassup 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!