put it on

• bob marley - african herbsman'den bir şarkı.
  
  feel them spirit
  feel them spirit
  feel them spirit
  lord, i thank you
  lord, i thank you
  
  feel alright now
  feel alright now
  feel alright now
  lord, i thank you
  lord, i thank you
  
  i'm gonna put it on, i put it on already
  i'm gonna put it on, and it was steady
  i'm gonna put it on, put it on again
  good lord, help me
  good lord, help me
  
  i'm not boastin'
  i'm not boastin'
  i'm not boastin'
  feel like toastin'
  feel like toastin'
  
  i rule my destiny, yeah
  i rule my destiny
  i rule my destiny
  lord, i thank you, yeah
  lord, i thank you
  
  no more cryin'
  no more cryin'
  no more cryin'
  good lord, hear me
  good lord ...
• bunca yıldır yazılmamasına şaşırdığım, big l'in bir rap klasiği olan ve muhtemelen en çok bilinen şarkısı.
  
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  [intro]
  hey, hey, hey
  come on, come on, come on, come on
  come on, come on, come on, come on
  
  [verse 1: big l]
  ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks
  l keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like reeboks
  and every year ı gain clout and my name sprouts
  some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out
  ı got the wild style, always been a foul child
  my guns go "boom boom!" and yo' guns go "pow pow"
  ı'm known to have a hottie open
  ı keep the shotty smokin'
  front, and get half the bones in your body broken
  and when it comes to gettin' nookie ı'm not a rookie
  ı got girls that make that chick toni braxton look like whoopi
  ı run with sturdy cliques
  ı'm never hittin' dirty chicks
  got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six
  step to this, you're good as gone
  word is bond, ı leave mics torn when ı put it on
  
  [hook: kid capri]
  so put it on, big l, put it on!
  c'mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn!
  c'mon, put it on, big l, put it on!
  c'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon!
  
  [verse 2: big l]
  nobody can take nothin' from big l but a loss, chief
  the last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
  ı'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
  got more cash than gotti
  (you don't know?) you better ask somebody
  big l is a crazy brother, and ı'm a lady lover
  a smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
  ı push a slick benz, ı'm known to hit skins
  and get ends and commit sins with sick friends
  'cause ı'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
  you think you nice as me? haha, you's a funny nigga
  ı flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss
  ı'm leavin' competitors pissed
  to tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
  ı'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
  ın this song, yo, it's a must that ı put it on
  
  [hook: kid capri]
  yeah, so put it on, big l, put it on!
  c'mon, put it onnn, big fella, put it on and on!
  put it on, big l!
  put it on, represent!
  put it on, c'mon, put it on!
  
  [bridge: patois chatta]
  some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
  boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
  see me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
  you gwan dead from a me you provoke
  
  [verse 3: big l]
  ı drink moët, not beck's beer, ı stay dressed in slick gear
  peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, ı see you when ı get there
  and it's a fact ı keep a gat in my arm reach
  ı charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
  ı'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair
  big l is the villain you still fear
  'cause ı be hangin' in harlem and shit is for real here
  ıf you battle l you picked the wrong head
  ı smash mics like cornbread
  you can't kill me, ı was born dead
  and ı'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
  ı run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
  my rap's steady slammin', ı keep a heavy cannon
  ıt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't reggie hammond
  peace to my peoples, the children of the corn
  'cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, ı'm gone
  
  [hook: kid capri]
  so put it on, big l, put it on!
  c'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn!
  big l, you gotta put it on and on!
  put it on, big l put it on ond on!
  word up, knahmsayin?
  my man big l, runnin' things for the nine-four
  and nine-oh-s, you know what ı mean?
  ıt's the kid capri, in full flair
  and we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this
  big l, c'mon!
  
  [outro: big l (kid capri)]
  lord finesse (he be puttin' it on)
  my man buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)
  my man fat joe (he be puttin' it on)
  showbiz and a.g. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
  ı can’t forget diamond d (he be puttin' it on)
  the whole d.ı.t.c. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
  and of course kid capri (yeah, ı be puttin' it on)
  the whole n.y.c. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)
  and ı’m out