[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
We the n***as in the club, making it rain
And y'all the n***as in the club looking so lame
Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass n***a
Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls?
He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L
Hey, you's a big L, big, big L
And we say, oh no, get him out of here

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
And I ain't never been a lame, and I'm far from a sucker
You can call me mister always stunting on a motherfucker
In the club, tin chains on
N***as get the flexing
Type of n***as in the club with no girls in they section
I be in Miami south beach, wife beat, wildin out
No job, 36, and still live in your mama house (damn)
You had to trick to hit it and for free she let me get it
If I get your girl one night with me
I bet she won't forget it
It's' the bow don't forget to wow
Anybody know you been a lame for a while (true that)
You's a big L, you the perfect definition in the club
Fronting like you're smoking Cali's, but he's midge
The boy around town, your reputation getting bigger
You in to the club with no money, you can't even tip the stripper (damn)
And if you see a lame go and put him in is place
Make a L with your hand then put it in they face
And tell them like
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
We the n***as in the club, making it rain
And y'all the n***as in the club looking so lame
Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass n***a
Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls?
He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L
Hey, you's a big L, big, big L
And we say, oh no, get him out of here

[Verse 2: Bow Wow]
See I be looking at these guys like damn they lame
Trying to stunt but we all know you rentin that chain
Rocking knock off Louis boy them ain't real clothes
Now tell the truth, them cars on cribs ain't yours
And it's a shame, how a person can be so lame
In the dictionary, vision ain't next to lame (damn)
It's sad when you hit them on the window shop
A big L is the type that rat his boy to the cops (Here we go)
With no girl getting ass weak ass niggers
Stop fronting to the people keep it G my n***a
I ain't never been the type, in my whole life
Lied to the people just so I can earn stripes
Whip game stupid, something I like to do it
I came in my chains right here; Nah homies, them cubics
See a lame gonna put hem in it's place
Make a L with your hand then put it in they face
And tell them like
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
We the n***as in the club, making it rain
And y'all the n***as in the club looking so lame
Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass n***a
Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls?
He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L
Hey, you's a big L, big, big L
And we say, oh no, get him out of here