Platinum Plus

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches – Big L, Jay-Z & Mykill Miers] "Yo-yo, what the fuck, man? Big L takin' over the streets" "Flamboyant Entertainment" "What y'all 'bout to witness—" "Big L," "Big L, "Big L..." "My whole crew wild" "The game is called rap" "Other MCs ain't got a chance at all" "My whole whole crew wild" "What y'all 'bout to witness—" "Big L," "Big L, "Big L..." "My whole crew wild" "The game is called rap" "Other MCs ain't got a chance at all" "My whole whole crew wild" [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke 'dro mixed with coco, 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 or I'm dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs – nigga, fuck the Feds My underground niggas, 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 [Chorus: Big L] Ayo, 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 niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Ayo, 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 niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been That probably depends, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar, spend cash like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins Come in the hood, flippin' the chicken and broccoli Timbs Niggas come in the game, block their shot at the rim That ain't in you – the fuck you gon' possibly win? I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Reddi-Wip Heavy with–styles that's the deadliest Cats on that petty shit, watch how much lead he get You tryin' to go places, chasin' oasis About nothin', gettin low wages Drink Hennessy with no chasers Right hook is like Joe Frazier's, I'm the bodacious Body parts are big and like Schwarzenegger's Smokin' Garcia y Vega, tryin' to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we lockin' ass I'ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass Only out to earn figures like we please But I don't mind to burn niggas like CDs Now, exhibit, styles I kick with it {*cough*} Pardon me, but I'm fuckin' sick with it [Chorus: Big L & Big Daddy Kane] Ayo, gats we bust (Backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust (And crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch (That say platinum plus) 'Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now (Is wack to us) Ayo, gats we bust (Backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust (And crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch (That say platinum plus) 'Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now (Is wack to us)