[Verse 1]
Yo! I'm the one who makes you get on the dance floor
And shake 'til your pants tore
So party people, clap your hands for
The one they call Big L
I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell
My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell!?
So grab the Moët and take a sip
I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip
But don't flip, we on a party tip
I get so loose on tracks that I produce
MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice
I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out
Violate L and it's lights out
And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash
'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast
I'm gettin' high rates in all states
Makin' papes with the crew called (Diggin' In The Crates!)
I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava

[Hook]
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!
[Verse 2]
Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight
The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight
Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well
Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L
Because my raps are real raw
I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for
I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme
Big L is the greatest of all times
So gimme my props, I want all mines
Battles I refuse to lose
I choose to cruise smooth like the blues
I never hear boos 'cause I amuse
In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite
And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light
L's a teenage poet that men fear
Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here
I play MC's like a game of Sega
'Cause I'm poetic, and this is da unexpected flava

[Hook]
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!
[Verse 3]
Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke
And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc
I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls
I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls
In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows
You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes
I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out
Now I'm on wax, givin' my crew a shout out
Since I'm paid, I could knock any hoe boots
But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot
Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick
I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
A-yo, my cards I'm playin' well
Picture that — a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell!
My rap skills are sharp like a razor
But don't sweat it, this is da unexpected flava

[Hook]
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
(Once again, it's the man with da flava!)
Big L is the man with da unexpected flava!
[Outro]
Yeah, I'd like to say wassup to Kid Capri, Silva D
Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito
Lanell from ninety-point-three
My man Buckwild, EZ LP
Can't forget Ron G
And my man Lovebug Starski
Peace... I'm out!