Flamboyant [Instrumental]

Yeah, yeah Big L, Corleone (uh-huh) My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holdin' it down (uh-huh) Flamboyant, baby (I hear you), for life We takin' over (no doubt) Comin' to a theater near you Check it out, come on, check it Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me' round your girl if you ain't fuckin' her right You damn playa haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate I never lounge where you find Jake Surprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'ma increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Sellin' niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cocked, represent one block 139 nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo, I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt You know how we do Flamboyant for life Big L, Corleone A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother Big L, for real Corleone is too advanced for y'all Big L, I'm a pimped-out nigga for real Big L, Corleone is too advanced for y'all Yo, it's Corleone and Queen's Most We bust 'til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast Forever poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets 'cause that shit sell now So pal, back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'ma lace the jewels up with nice baguettes Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop frontin' 'cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice ya necks With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno-trece-nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to slidw a playmate Bust off like the tre-eight then vacate, uh Big L, Corleone (Flamboyant, baby) A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother (for life) Big L, for real Corleone is too advanced for y'all Big L, I'm a pimped-out nigga for real Big L, Corleone is too advanced for y'all I leave mics torn Big L