Big L, Stan Spit - Who You Slidin' Wit' lyrics

Yo, what's the deal, miss? I'm sayin though
Lemme know somethin' right now
Y'know? We been dancin' all night
I been buyin' you drinks all night and shit
You goin' home wit' a nigga or what?
Tell me somethin'!

What up, miss?
Who you hidin' wit'? Who you slidin'
Wit'? Who you ridin' wit'?
We can jump in the SL
Rent a room at the best 'tel
I make it last 'cause I sex well

Henn'-Rock and Alize I get drunk off
What up, miss? Get wit' a real man
And cut that punk off
E'rythang gon' be alright
I been, watchin' you watch me all night
I asked honey her name
And she told me Celeste she had big breasts
Honey had me harder than a Spanish test
We on the dancefloor, gettin' our boogie on
I see the haters watchin' me
Wit' they hoodies on
Tryin' to peep the ice under the sleeve
I'm like, "It's time to breeze", told honey
"Let's leave"
Took her to M&G's, got some eggs and cheese
Grit's, fishcakes and orange
Juice freshly squeezed
When she finished her meal, I said
"What's the deal?
For real you goin' home, or you tryna chill?"
She got close
Whispered somethin' slow in my ear
And it ain't hard to tell
Where we goin' from here yeah!

I ain't on that hatin' stuff
I was feelin' shorty
And the bitch told me she was datin' Puff
I'm a average nigga
And she said she was in a 6-month
Relationship wit' that nigga called Jigga
How I'mma compete wit' that? I'm
A corner nigga sellin' crack
Guess I gotta be a ball playin'
Nigga to bone Da Brat
One bitch ain't even wanna fuck
She runnin' around, all open off Kurupt
The hoe I thought was gon' be real easy
Told me she got a man
He's some beatmakin' nigga named Stevie
What's wrong wit' these hoes? I'm a fly nigga
I don't wanna go flipmode on Rah Digga
Or Miss Lopez, bitch know Feds
She used to be in The Bronx, rockin' PRO-Keds
Wit' some Dominican 'dro heads
Ridin' topless on the back of mopeds
Titties all out what! What! What!

If your game rusty
Around your dame never trust me
'Cause soon as you blink
I'mma slide her off and bust three
And I only lay pipe to dimes
A lot of niggas I know are takin'
Care of kids that might be mines
I love to go low I'm freaky like that
I never get caught creepin' 'cause
I'm sneaky like that, uhh!
It ain't my fault your girl be ho-hoppin'
And matter of fact
The last time you gave her
Loot to go shoppin'
Honey picked me up some dope shirts
It's because of me why she's walkin'
Crooked and her throat hurts i hate to wait
'cause I'm not on the patient tip
Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship
And when you mention my name, it ring a bell
Ask any female, nobody do it like L
I met this chick Rhonda
Who pushed the black Honda
Took her to the crib and bombed
Her wit' this big brown anaconda

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That's how we do, yeah