笨小笨Stretch & Bobbito ’94歌词由Big L演唱，出自专辑《Harlem’s Finest: A Freestyle History》，下面是《Stretch & Bobbito ’94》完整版歌词！
Stretch & Bobbito ’94歌词完整版
(Intro: Big L)
Yeah yeah yeah we gonna drop some **** like this
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out (Big L)
(Big L)
Yo check it yo here's another smooth song, so get your groove on
Violate or try to fake jack and you’ll get moved on
Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on
Pushing rides with four lift minks with gator shoes on
I am known for rockin tours, picture me moppin floors
Only **** with keys and not the kind that be locking doors
The type of nigga that be gaming your freaks
While you out working hard, I'm putting stains in your sheets
Exportin Coogi and Gucci, that's my duty
**** a big booty groupie
Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loot G
This goes out to my niggas uptown, downtown, midtown across town and out of town
I be the mic horker, rap enforcer
Native New Yorker, slick talker, beat walker stalker
You remember me, when I put it on with the Kid Capri
Mr. MVP is back to take over the industry (Big L)
My cash flow don't get low it just increase
Who ever try to take mines a rest in peace
I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook
Not those who go to jail and can't hold their own and come home shook
On 139 and Lennox niggas are bananas, we got bad manners
Cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us
But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes
I am large like the great lakes, with drug spots in eight states
I'm chillin makin sure this money is right
Sippin Sunny Delight, hittin every honey in site
And I wanna smoke Pataki and Rudolph Gulie like a wooley
I keep a tooley for any moody who act fooley
What I recite be taking hours to write
So if you bite, just tell your man what type of flowers you like
So bloodshed, aiiyo my, mellow my nigga
Get on the mic and pull the MC trigger
(Bloodshed)
Yo bloods out for president when I roll threw your residence
Your hesitant is it because you know I represent
Harlem, USA nigga ain't nothin to say or do
**** around I slay your crew, your baby boo and maybe you
