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Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums
And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum So I inject in one more element to that of L.L. Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells During this episode vocally I explode My title is the king of the FM mode See, my volume expands to consume And my structures emote a al heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for the bell association The vocalization techniques I employ The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy The injection of bells into this beat The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet Greater insulator microphone dominator My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite These bells are gonna rock all night Rock the bells The bells make your energy escalate A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate Subject matter entitled "The Bells" The al appraisement is by L.L. My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist Cool J exists as a journalist I illuminate over any number on the Richter My throat contracts like a boa constrictor You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man As you repain, you'll say I went To torture individuals for exitement Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor Ignite and excite with verbal extensions What I'll mention will put you on pension Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble The bells and if it don't I disassemble hit if you bit I go have a fit The master impresario of al wit A hip-hop creature, concert feature Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya When I commence with excellence It eradicates levels of pestilence Upon a plateau No mortal can go Mythological characters stand below Rock the bells A B-boy symphony complete with bells No classical fanatic is parallel From the design of my s many people call me An immortalized B-boy prodigy Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall Be forced to assault Our position will halt Upset you with words Drink your blood like it's a malt Opposite of illusions Evidently it's true The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you Hallucinating severe convulsion Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion I came here tonight to rock These bells will never stop Rock the Bells Ya livin' on my lines side Autographs I sign Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator You reline and refine, it and you save it for later Swipe it as you type it You recite it as you bite it Then you claim it as your own to get them excited About it as you shout it You don't tell them how go it And you it and rock it Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush Use a line, I make 'em hush The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator To see ya as you bit the words You'd think you never heard The mike sings like a hummin' bird Rock the Bells Jack the Ripper King Hercules Professor of Death in the Seven Seas Grim reaper of rhyme Holder of the rock Eradicating suckers all around the clock The supreme machine A microphone dream My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude The story, the beginning of your death is heard But your cries are ignored by the kind of word I'm the super insane murderer in the rain Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein Exterminating crews with my manuscript And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit The night of the nights You're my victim tonight You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight Bein' crushed by the source It's reinforced (thoughts) Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss L.L. Cool J is your undertaker Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker Treble terminator, bass mutilator You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator On the microphone you will never recoup When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup Music virtuoso, melodical employer I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't never ever in any kind of weather Try to mess with the tall young l |
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Yo Yvette there's a lot of rumours goin' around They're so bad baby you might have to skip town See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew They say you're a man eater during the full moon Mascot of the senior boys' locker room They said Yvette walked in there wasn't too much rap Her reputation got bigger and so did her gap Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better I'mma sit down and write you a long letter. I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was I'd have to treat you like you was my distant cuz I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume What should I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom You wasn't in there alone, wasn't usin' the phone The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan". I don't really know if the story is so I can either ask Curly, or Larry or Moe or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho In every disco you say hello Like you're a little angel, but we all know Since you was eleven you been actin' this way You always got in bed when you wanted to play You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva Some freaks are live, but Yvette you're liver. You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro A high-powered body makes your Levis grow See the stories I've heard, they could amaze I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days So calm down freak, get a G.E.D. That's a General Education on Decency One day you'll see, and agree with me unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93 For you there's no fee, everything is free This is from me to you, not you to me Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight You try to shake your butt with all your might I don't really wanna dis nobody You might think I had a little too much Bacardi But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette How bad can a girl's reputation get? See she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met If you're desparate ask Yvette, cuz she'll say "Bet". B-Boys are hard on the boulevard The Reverend at the church said you was barred Homeboys on the block love you a lot You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not So before you start walking and your beak starts squawkin' let me explain to you who is talkin' I'm L.L. Cool J from around the way You boogie down to my records almost every day Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standin' still You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhill Won't forget that day in the Y.M.C.A. The guy at the desk said it was OK for you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay Greg G. and Garfield yelled "Hooray" |
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You're the type of guy that can't control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene And gets the seven digits, you know the routine You're the type of guy that tells her, "Stay inside" While you're steady frontin in your homeboy's ride I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave I'm doin your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe Cause I'm that type of guy You're the type of guy that gets suspicious I'm the type of guy that says, "The puddin is delicious" You're the type of guy that has no idea That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't And look in the places that your boyfriend don't You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk Now knowin that your main girl's bitin my chunk I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy You're the type of guy to give her money to shop She gave me a sweater kiss thank you, sweetheart I'm that type of guy I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast You're the type of guy eatin a tv dinner Talkin about... "Goddamn it, I'ma kill her" I'm the type of guy to make her say, "Why you're illin, Bee?" ...You're the type of guy to say, "My lower back is killin me" ...Catch my drift? You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper You're the type of guy to say, "What you talkin bout?" I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper I'm that type of guy I'm that type of guy You know what I mean? Check it out... T-y-p-e g-u-y I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time Swearin up and down, "That girl's all mine" I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin it Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it I'm that type of guy I'm that type of guy Know what I mean I'm that type of guy "So ridiculous" So funny I don't know Come on down Yeah Like real cool, you know what I mean? I like just going to your frontdoor ringin bells And just like, ha, leave... |
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I was at the mall sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall takin' a break Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings Baby hair and bodies built to swing That's when I seen her Her name was Tina Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina I said "How you doin' my name's Big L Don't ask me how I'm livin' 'cause yo I'm living swell But then again I'm livin' kind of foul 'Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl" To make a long story short, I got the digits Calls her on my car phone and paid her a visit I was spankin' her and thankin' her, chewin' her and doin' her Layin' like a king on sheets of satin That's what time it is, you know what's happenin' She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's a cutie But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in And said to her with a devilish grin... TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to the high school about three o'clock To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock My homeboy's jeep, the system blastin' Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin' Girls all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy store That's when I seen her Her name was Brenda She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember I said to my man, "Stop the jeep" She's only senteen but, yo, don't sleep I kicked the bass like an NFL punter And scoped the booty like a big game hunter I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired Let's go get some rest, relax by the fire" I put the big booty on a bearskin rug She gave me a kiss, I have her a hug I said to the girl, "them young boys ain't nothin' You want to get freaky, let me kiss your belly button" I circled it and teased it and made her squeal Grabbed a pack of bullets and pulled out the steel When I was through, I wiped the sweat from my eyes When to the kitchen and got some sweet potato pies Tina busted in my house while I was eatin' You know what I said Too bad you caught me cheatin', but... BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are" I paid it no attention, I walked inside Because Brian had a nine and he was chillin' in the ride I walked in the place, everybody was lookin' And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin' I sat down to eat, ordered my food I said to the waitress, "I don't men to be rude But I'll take you on a platter" She said, "You got a girl," I said, "It don't matter You look like you're tastier than a pipin' hot pizza What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa" I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that But when you get off work, yo, I'll be back" She looked at me and said, "Make yourself clear L, where we going?" I said, "Right here" She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see" I pulled up at ten on the D.O.T. When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat Laid her on the table and place my order And habe her a tip much bigger than a quarter On and on to the break 'a dawn All over the restaurant, word is born I heard somebody coughin', I checked my watch I couldn't believe it said nine o'clock I grabbed my pants, put on my Kangol Who did I see, Oh, yo, it was Brenda Yo, she worked at Red Lobster but I didn't remember LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya |
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(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman is scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion Using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way CHORUS I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap but petty You're ready for loving You're real independent so your parents be bugging But if you ever need a place to stay (Oooh you love me) Come around my way CHORUS I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here You say meet me half way Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your home girls crew While the businessmen in suits be hawking you Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining I think you in the mood for whining and dining So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way CHORUS I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me shook) I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh yea I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me The only one for me I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (You got me shook up shook down shook out) (till fade) |
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Milky, and I'm back My ace in the hole was this brand new track I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up I did it, but the devil didn't make me I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me Proving a point that I'm a serious joint You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint Your head with oil--lots of oil Make it run like water, watch it boil Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH Prince of the growl is on the prowl How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is-- Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper King Hercules! Back for the payback, I must say that I heard your new jam, I don't play that It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting This year you tried, next year you're quitting Last year you thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff and this is an example of funky stuff When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss It's a strong record, a record for the strong For those who appreciate real rap songs Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track Stay back, I got the power, I'm--Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth a-k-a James Todd Smith Hard like penitentiary steel Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal Homegirls in the house, c'mon Homegirls in the house, give it up You gotta want to get hotter Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a People don't know how nice I am He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves No one out there thought you could do You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- Break it down! Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier Check out the way I say my, display my, play my 'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth It makes me move and I'll improve As it goes on, as it flows on When you see me, don't ask if the show's on How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown Pull on my jock to be down You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs Day after day after day You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J I'm- I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a savage street talker Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens Kicking it mean, keeping it clean And you've never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair I'm better than any emcee out there As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at.. |
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(To da break of dawn) All my sex involved As we get funky Rhymes so bizarre Everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects And I can't resist So we get funky in the house Youknowmsayin? L.L. Cool J style What? This ain't on a pop tip Check it out What is a panther? A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow Made another million, so competators bow Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on Ha, you can't handle the whole weight Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up french fry I'm that type of guy And I slammed you know, just like a sumo Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yukmouth smile Cause brother, you ain't got no style Keep on (To da break of dawn) (To da break of dawn) Yeah Keep on (To da break of dawn) Hey yo, that's kinda funky But check this out here (Rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Yeah... Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse And spread the news, you lose To the damager, microphone manager Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur That amateur swingin a hammer >From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift But I'm the wrong brother to dance with Cause I don't need a partner to swing Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town So don't try to play post, clown You know the L.L.'s back in town And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down (_shot_) Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone Stop dancin, get to walkin Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose >From that jherri curl juice Cool J is back on the map And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap That's right, a little kick for that crap Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) Funk it up I said keep on (To da break of dawn) (Yo, rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Check this out Yeah... How dare you stand beside me I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients But I'ma drink you down over the rocks While I freak on your album cover jocks You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason that your record sold a few copies But your rhymes are sloppy Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief Workin in a parking lot A brother with a perm deserves to get burned So tell me how you like your coat cream? On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? With your tv on channel fuzz Uncle L, that's how much damage he does Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin Over here at Marley Marl house Just coolin out My man Clash in the house Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler Loungin back Keep on Peace |
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[Keith Murray]
Ha! Yeah,L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with the ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause you'se a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile I shot ya! [Prodigy] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty bout the, But you first baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I shot ya fagot ass [Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Running this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser [Foxxy Brown] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashing rings and things (what the deal) Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, macking Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infested Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! [LL Cool J] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be debate Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always running back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I SHOT YA! |
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Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit My vocals, uh, uh I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet I'm a star, double the dick, the double R Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns L.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor Drop a bomb on 'em Remain calm on 'em Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name 59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck Pumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it? Lay the facts out until the cats out Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave." Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath Still I'm a lyrically hold it down L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary I'm tryin to get this money Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em As soon as the track come on, I transform on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system Strobe lights flashin cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name Rappers don't reall want it, they might claim they do They know I'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a few After I blaze you, I get a doughnut Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused You thought you caught me slippin, I was falsely accused Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like Tom Cruise They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose Lay up time to choose, all I hate is on the left You hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breath Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like Cracker Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up G backs nigga Invincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicale This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller A little somethin for ya ice guerillas Drop a bomb on 'em When its time to attack Quiet Storm on 'em Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name |
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Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she loved Tupac But hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight Pearly whites Said a man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug Or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get on She keeps these clowns thinking like ? Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Takes the choice have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction Cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover When you know it's on mine, thats on top Lap dancing got to stop You play out your chick Cos your game is hot I give you two Italian ice, my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing, yellin' on the cell of my 6 ? You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping Keep the crystal popping, use my chips, And take the next man shopping Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and elbows each and everytime Thats why I love you mummy you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby, work me out Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all sooped up, and played it just right Mummy I was full blown My game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah No more ? no more maybeline? Brand new he and me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of freakin' night and ? Moaning in the mirror With my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back Got it all figured out mummy I like that Collect tips cop his and her whips ? But close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, i'ts real in the feel Say what you want, but keep you're lips sealed Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy |
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[Intro: Marc Dorsey]
This is for my number one This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore [Verse 1] This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way Cuz lately I been busy a lot And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back in the days I was your number one pick Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix I had to dig deep inside myself Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else It's a long journey back to the place we was When I was too embarrased to admit I was in love And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up I can't let us self-destruct [Hook: Marc Dorsey] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Verse 2] When I think about the things we did And I think about you having my kids And I think about us sharing a crib Losin' all that, God forbid You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things In addition to the SL's, bigets and rings Instead I walk around like I'm a king And having you ain't nothing but a thing I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good Too busy frontin' in the hood Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow One more chance baby and don't say no Cuz I got another side to show Some say love is painful it helps you grow Well it's time for the pain to go, ya'know [Hook] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together [Verse 3] It's a brand new me, a brand new you A brand new day, sky so blue Hold my hand while I walk with you Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you No more games callin' you foul names Actin' like females is all the same I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed From this day forward I'll never be the same I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams I love you, lemme show you what I mean Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene A toast to the queen, you're back in my life But this time I'ma do it right Trust me, from the bottom of my heart Nothin's gonna tear us apart, promise [Hook x2] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together |
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If you need me baby
I'm FOR real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise If you want it baby just BE real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give a you all my love We went through this before Actin like the L's can't bag 'em no more Nightgown draggin on the heated marble floor Flash Cartier when you open up the door slide these on baby So butter still relate to the gutter Just your lifestyle's different spirit up lifted Fell in love with a cat who's gifted Turn you back to paradise damn I missed it Pop a bottle light a purple candle I got somethin that you can't quite handle that's why you love me Pour bubbly glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely I'm sayin baby Touch it why don'tcha touch it why don'tcha Touch it why don'tcha touch it why don'tcha Hey girl aw girl Hey girl I wanna rock your world If you need me baby I'm FOR real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise Paradise is very nice If you want it baby just BE real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give a you all my love Next phase is this Black sand Tahiti ten days to reminisce God's my witness I paid the price for paradise so I'm livin this I never limit myself the L's fearless Lay back while I illuminate the darkness Like it smooth don'tcha Make it move won'tcha think I won't Take you to your peak I know them other cats don't And it won't stop this is beyond paper First I get your mind right then I might drape ya Never pimpin raise my girls well Young thoroughbreds get schoolled by Uncle LL C double L tattooed on the bubble I lay the mink down let you walk over a puddle True love is so rare But don't you worry I ain't goin nowhere If you need me baby I'm FOR real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise You know are Paradise is very nice If you want it baby just BE real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give a you all my love Trust me trust me trust me baby Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'll take you to paradise won't you try me try me try this lady Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give a you all my love Belly to belly one hand on the jelly At the telly on the celly get that money Elle Please believe it if the mind can conceive it then the man can achieve it you gotta breathe it And I breathe deep I'm one with the universe Minimum ten percent go to God first Lay back baby close your eyes Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs So much shade baby the waterbed fries Walk around nude in the suite yellin Recognize Do your dance baby pour me a class It feels so good to have the world in a smash Touch it why don'tcha touch it why don'tcha Touch it why don'tcha touch it why don'tcha Hey girl aw girl Hey girl I wanna rock your world If you need me baby I'm FOR real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise Paradise is very nice If you want it baby just BE real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give a you all my love gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby Sky's the limit If you can see it you can be it it's on you word up Everybody put your hands in the air It's high time baby One love one God If you need me just call me Said if you want me just be for real And if you like me come and talk to me And if you want me tell me how you feel If you need me baby I'm FOR real The rest of your life I'll take you to paradise Paradise is very nice |
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Big Silly Big Money Big Billy When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me Let me grip it up for cuz in the back Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack Timbaland Ladies Love on the track Lovely get the ice pop champagne Don't forget I used to ride on the train When I bump it right call my name Go crazy in the mall wit James Dump that not ill like me Bring the women in to chill for free Let me tell ya girl don't try me You better have I D Chorus When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Lord have mercy If the broad is thirsty I'll have man reimburse me The part that hurts me is when they try to work me But I could never let ya jerk me Steady sticking to the wall give it up Sneaking through the back door live it up Got the champagne pour me a cup Got the girls looking raw in the front Got a call your man's in town Tell the bar a nother round Got all my mans holding me down Kinda thick ma let's get down so get wit it I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it Got playas on the grind wanna skip wit it Backstage you mine I'm a spit wit it hey When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Hey ladies Yeah no need to get your hair done I said yo ladies Yeah no need to get your hair done I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I said yo fellas Yo no need to throw them ones I said yo fellas Yo no need to throw them ones I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Yeah Keep chillin wit em Yeah Keep chillin wit em |
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[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go [beat starts up] [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 1 - LL Cool J] You feel so good Rest of my life I wish I could Hold you tight and take a flight out the hood Was I foul or just misunderstood? Mind-mannered or up to no-good It really doesnt matter, either way I should Maximize the moment and hold ya close Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast Who loved you the most? I was never ghost When lives was on the line Confusion in ya mind Runnin outta time Drama of all kind But theres faith in our mind We spiritually inclined Sometimes I flip Sometimes you flip Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics We movin too fast, the whole world's in a rush Everybody just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 2 - LL Cool J] Its all a test; the pain, the drama The villa in the bahamas The highs, the lows The hoop-t, the Rolls The money flowin Certain doors that we go in The people we meet, the hands that we shake Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak But everything will be okay [w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way Cuz I believe in romance Kissin while ya slow dance Me bouncin baby? no chance No matter the circumstance Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France Cuz ya beauty's unmatched Such a great catch Unconditional love, forever we are attatched Deal with the drama, we can find our way back With or without the Maybach .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 3 - LL Cool J] I can feel ya pain Like we simese twins connected by our brains Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain Want you in my life and nothins gonna change God willin, we still be doin our thang When my six-pack's faded Raps outdated But thats many years from now so dont rush Little mama just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [7 Aurelius] Hush baby Hush hush darling Hush baby hush hush Dont talk so much Wanna feel ya touch [LL Cool J] Hush baby hush Hush baby hush [7 Aurelius] Hush baby wanna let ya know ... [echoes] |
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Radio killer Yeh Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell them its your song its your song its your song its your song its your song Girl come on girl come on girl come on Cuz im your baby im your baby im your baby im your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby Met this little girl she was off the hook I got cold chills when her body shook Hot sex on the platter no need to cook I let her steal my heart like a horny crook Had her grinding and winding against my leg She fucker with my head wanna play in the bed Sex with pumps on toenails red Your bodys a gun baby pop me full of lead It hard to hold you when you move the volter Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta A pulp main fiction its an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl taught me all the lingo And while mamma play bingo she ride man dingo She dont give a damn if im married or single She makes me tingle shawty im your baby im your baby im your baby im your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby Ses she like Hip Hop and R&B Her life time goal is to be on TV She looking for a man that could give her a break Like Usher or Justin Timberlake Im really not sure if her breasts are fake Put sum whip cream on em they taste just like cake We drink some beer cider daddy 64 She shot me in the back with cupids arrow We finish the 6 pac she push the seat back Pulled up her dress n she let me peep that Im Drunk as a skunk feeling all dirty Truck stop there threw my 7 30 Bought her some dessert Head spinnin around like roller derby Everything about her says you dont deserve me I hope im worthy Cuz shawty im your baby im your baby im your baby im your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby Cuz im your baby She looking for sumthing like me She aint nothing like me no You can search but you never go far A love thats quite like mine no Need a man that can love you good And treat you like he should With me shawty you a He might be good but he aint like this Cuz im your baby In the back of the pickup clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheel thinks it more reel Running and laughing music blasting Side over the road bent over crashing Mouth all dry can feel the urge If you see my mama dont say a word The cops wanna know im a word to slurd Dont ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I dotn care She all in the rearview doin her hair Hairspray and lip gloss everywhere This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl im here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay shawty im your baby im your baby im your baby im your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby your baby your baby Im your baby your baby |
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