Still Here Lyrics
| Song | Still Here |
| Artist | Big L |
| Album | The Archives 1996-2000 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：big l | |
| Songs Title：still here | |
| I be a Harlem World party pleaser | |
| You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer | |
| That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at | |
| Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that | |
| I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on | |
| Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on | |
| TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on | |
| It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on | |
| Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on | |
| You think you can do it like this? Dream on | |
| I'm a, chrome my rims and ice my chain | |
| Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame | |
| Yo you know the game plan | |
| C-Town, that's my main man | |
| We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands | |
| Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan | |
| Everything I rock is name brand | |
| L'll make ya dame swallow | |
| Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow | |
| While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle | |
| Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks | |
| Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits | |
| You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L | |
| What's this motherfuckin rap game without L? | |
| Yo, that's like jewels without ice | |
| That's like china without rice | |
| Or the Holy Bible without Christ | |
| Or the Bulls without Mike | |
| Or crackheads without pipes | |
| The Village without dykes | |
| Or hockey games without fights | |
| Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit | |
| Flamboyant is the label I'm with | |
| Big L! | |
| Y'all know the name | |
| He's still here | |
| Ha ha, youse a funny nigga | |
| Play this {yeah y'all... } | |
| Play this {yeah y'all... } | |
| Big L! | |
| Y'all know the name | |
| He's still here | |
| My nigga Big L! {yeah y'all... } | |
| I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe | |
| You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough | |
| I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo | |
| I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro | |
| Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po' | |
| I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo | |
| C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo | |
| Chips from here to Acapulco | |
| While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads | |
| I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds | |
| I stay sweatin out a bitch perm | |
| I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm | |
| I take all the dough my chicks earn | |
| I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn | |
| {A Hoodlum like Fishburne} | |
| Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli | |
| You see me on MTV and Rap City | |
| Keep frontin, I'm a step out, mask on with the tec out | |
| Squeeze shots and make you check out | |
| Big L! | |
| Y'all know the name | |
| He's still here | |
| ... {yeah y'all... } | |
| Big L! | |
| My underground niggaz, y'all can shine with me | |
| Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me | |
| Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me | |
| That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be | |
| I be that young teen with DUMB cream | |
| I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam | |
| All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream | |
| Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team | |
| Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came with | |
| I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it | |
| Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait | |
| And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape | |
| They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound | |
| Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B. Brown | |
| I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands | |
| Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans | |
| On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut | |
| The Danger Zone is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck | |
| Try to front we gon' size you up | |
| Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut | |
| Aiyyo, gats we bust （backs we crush） | |
| Only hot tracks we lust （crazy stacks we clutch） | |
| And we need plaques to touch （that say platinum plus） | |
| Cause half of you niggaz that's rappin now （is wack to us） | |
| Big L! | |
| Y'all know the name | |
| He's still here | |
| Y'all thought this was over with? | |
| This ain't over with... |
| Artist: big l | |
| Songs Title: still here | |
| I be a Harlem World party pleaser | |
| You might find me on 139 sippin a Bacardi Breezer | |
| That' s where I rest at, killin tracks is what I' m best at | |
| Jealousy, I expect that, I don' t stress that | |
| I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on | |
| Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on | |
| TV screens all over the U. S. I' m seen on | |
| It ain' t all about me, I' m tryin to put my team on | |
| Because it' s good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on | |
| You think you can do it like this? Dream on | |
| I' m a, chrome my rims and ice my chain | |
| Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame | |
| Yo you know the game plan | |
| CTown, that' s my main man | |
| We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands | |
| Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan | |
| Everything I rock is name brand | |
| L' ll make ya dame swallow | |
| Your ice don' t shine and your chain hollow | |
| While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle | |
| Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks | |
| Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits | |
| You know nuttin about L, so don' t doubt L | |
| What' s this motherfuckin rap game without L? | |
| Yo, that' s like jewels without ice | |
| That' s like china without rice | |
| Or the Holy Bible without Christ | |
| Or the Bulls without Mike | |
| Or crackheads without pipes | |
| The Village without dykes | |
| Or hockey games without fights | |
| Don' t touch the mic if you unable to spit | |
| Flamboyant is the label I' m with | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| Ha ha, youse a funny nigga | |
| Play this yeah y' all... | |
| Play this yeah y' all... | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| My nigga Big L! yeah y' all... | |
| I' m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe | |
| You ain' t a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough | |
| I smoke ' dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo | |
| I pack a fo' fo', platinum roro | |
| Antihomo, that' s a nono so fuck po' po' | |
| I push the sevenfo' oh and not the Volvo | |
| CTown push the sixohoh, I' m with a bitch on dolo | |
| Chips from here to Acapulco | |
| While y' all buck for legs I, buck for heads | |
| I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds | |
| I stay sweatin out a bitch perm | |
| I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm | |
| I take all the dough my chicks earn | |
| I watched Corleone do it, now it' s Chris turn | |
| A Hoodlum like Fishburne | |
| Act illy, get smacked silly with the macmilli | |
| You see me on MTV and Rap City | |
| Keep frontin, I' m a step out, mask on with the tec out | |
| Squeeze shots and make you check out | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| ... yeah y' all... | |
| Big L! | |
| My underground niggaz, y' all can shine with me | |
| Got my own label now, so y' all can sign with me | |
| Y' all can take me from the bottom and climb with me | |
| That' s fine with me, that' s how it was designed to be | |
| I be that young teen with DUMB cream | |
| I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam | |
| All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream | |
| Rap' s a fun thing, only roll with one team | |
| Flamboyant Entertainment, that' s who I came with | |
| I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it | |
| Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait | |
| And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape | |
| They call me CTown, I snatch mics like a rebound | |
| Pack a threepound, that' s my prerog' like B. Brown | |
| I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands | |
| Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans | |
| On 139 and Lenox eyes get shut | |
| The Danger Zone is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck | |
| Try to front we gon' size you up | |
| Like Corleone' ll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut | |
| Aiyyo, gats we bust backs we crush | |
| Only hot tracks we lust crazy stacks we clutch | |
| And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus | |
| Cause half of you niggaz that' s rappin now is wack to us | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| Y' all thought this was over with? | |
| This ain' t over with... |
| Artist: big l | |
| Songs Title: still here | |
| I be a Harlem World party pleaser | |
| You might find me on 139 sippin a Bacardi Breezer | |
| That' s where I rest at, killin tracks is what I' m best at | |
| Jealousy, I expect that, I don' t stress that | |
| I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on | |
| Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on | |
| TV screens all over the U. S. I' m seen on | |
| It ain' t all about me, I' m tryin to put my team on | |
| Because it' s good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on | |
| You think you can do it like this? Dream on | |
| I' m a, chrome my rims and ice my chain | |
| Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame | |
| Yo you know the game plan | |
| CTown, that' s my main man | |
| We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands | |
| Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan | |
| Everything I rock is name brand | |
| L' ll make ya dame swallow | |
| Your ice don' t shine and your chain hollow | |
| While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle | |
| Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks | |
| Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits | |
| You know nuttin about L, so don' t doubt L | |
| What' s this motherfuckin rap game without L? | |
| Yo, that' s like jewels without ice | |
| That' s like china without rice | |
| Or the Holy Bible without Christ | |
| Or the Bulls without Mike | |
| Or crackheads without pipes | |
| The Village without dykes | |
| Or hockey games without fights | |
| Don' t touch the mic if you unable to spit | |
| Flamboyant is the label I' m with | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| Ha ha, youse a funny nigga | |
| Play this yeah y' all... | |
| Play this yeah y' all... | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| My nigga Big L! yeah y' all... | |
| I' m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe | |
| You ain' t a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough | |
| I smoke ' dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo | |
| I pack a fo' fo', platinum roro | |
| Antihomo, that' s a nono so fuck po' po' | |
| I push the sevenfo' oh and not the Volvo | |
| CTown push the sixohoh, I' m with a bitch on dolo | |
| Chips from here to Acapulco | |
| While y' all buck for legs I, buck for heads | |
| I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds | |
| I stay sweatin out a bitch perm | |
| I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm | |
| I take all the dough my chicks earn | |
| I watched Corleone do it, now it' s Chris turn | |
| A Hoodlum like Fishburne | |
| Act illy, get smacked silly with the macmilli | |
| You see me on MTV and Rap City | |
| Keep frontin, I' m a step out, mask on with the tec out | |
| Squeeze shots and make you check out | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| ... yeah y' all... | |
| Big L! | |
| My underground niggaz, y' all can shine with me | |
| Got my own label now, so y' all can sign with me | |
| Y' all can take me from the bottom and climb with me | |
| That' s fine with me, that' s how it was designed to be | |
| I be that young teen with DUMB cream | |
| I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam | |
| All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream | |
| Rap' s a fun thing, only roll with one team | |
| Flamboyant Entertainment, that' s who I came with | |
| I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it | |
| Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait | |
| And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape | |
| They call me CTown, I snatch mics like a rebound | |
| Pack a threepound, that' s my prerog' like B. Brown | |
| I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands | |
| Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans | |
| On 139 and Lenox eyes get shut | |
| The Danger Zone is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck | |
| Try to front we gon' size you up | |
| Like Corleone' ll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut | |
| Aiyyo, gats we bust backs we crush | |
| Only hot tracks we lust crazy stacks we clutch | |
| And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus | |
| Cause half of you niggaz that' s rappin now is wack to us | |
| Big L! | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| He' s still here | |
| Y' all thought this was over with? | |
| This ain' t over with... |
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