If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz,
And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey.
If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass,
And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.
I’m a street genius with a unique penis,
Got fly chicks on my dick that don’t even speak English.
Step to this and get shanked up,
I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went bankrupt.
L is the rebel type, I’m rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a Benz, cause I can pull skins on a pedal bike.
Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.
Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks,
But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.
I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’
I got the wild style, always been a foul child,
My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly.
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin,
‘Mommy, Big L is comin to get me!’
I’m so def, I need a hearing aid with an equalizer.
My style is strong like hard lumber;
Cute chicks get the dick,
Ugly bitches get the wrong number.