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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Mad madness trashy brother from way back. We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track. Certified bonified pull out the weapon. Rusted. Your ho's gets busted. Run your jules! Shootin up ya damn fools. Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools. Went away came back your still wack. Now your slobbin Marly's mob for a dope track. Comin off like a bra and its the witness. No click-click a fru (?) business Don't care about no money got props in it. Flippin scripts with every letter in the alphabet. Wanna jump. JUMP! And jingle your rump. RUMP! Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks. Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid. Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live. I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle and have the police playin the fiddle in the hospital. Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness." Rhymes kick your teeth but end up frontless. Soul survivor of a thousand beats sendin funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs. Is a raw to a bearlin in the woods (?). Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack. I heard you think you got a chance to win but my glock is stopped off to murder the top ten. Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous. The underground can say "ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace."Well can I be the flavor of the month? I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump. I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out. I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooz out. Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin. Got ya screamin for my album so I had to do somethin. Write tonight to take a bit not a bite. And watch the (?) freak you with all my might. Like "Here I am to save the day!" I stop the tracks with the mic so I say "To chay" and "On Gaurd" when I'm swingin for your brow. Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin allowed.Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me. Run for ya life now here somes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed. So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out. So get the flavor the original Mr. Funky (?) and you watch me do my thing. Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker and make your girl "Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!" like Luke Skywalker. I can't front I love rappin with a passion. Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin. See when you front you make mad the alter weight (?). Freak this: "funky twin powers activate!" Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles. Crushin MC's while their girls do the hustle. See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong. Damnit, can't we all just get along? We'll see there simply ain't no frontin allowed. Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show peace to the Funky Child.Punchin your god-damn eyebrows off roughin it up north lookin' like your laugh off (?). It's a blash smash and crash from my stash. Be watchin your back kid. Your girl and the phat path. Talkin bout your macks and tax. What's with that? Your gettin wet like sloooow sex. Rippin on that old school kid. Leavin sliced as a slit says I wet your crib. No question. Testin the west and the east and once the ammo was released and I'll make your girl come and getcha. Hope you get the picture. Boy your better off if a pit bit ya! What's its like in the illest fight. Believe the hype. I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike. Fight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right. And ya know it's comin off so don't ask it. Snatchin the vocal and hotties on the rap tip. Mackin ya boys up. Bringin the noise up. And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts. Chainsaw gain more and riegn raw. And never let a brother play it is my main law. |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby That's right, don't try to front like your fly GET OUT THERE! <i>[LL Cool J]</i> To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat? Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more than a fat man after a pack-a-jam L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes I'm dope on a rope (???) water elope I do the hustle and the shuffle and the roper dope Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Three hundred and fifty seven reasons why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now We ain't playin, we came here to get ill Iller than ill, LL youknowI'msayin? <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz So nasty you don't know whether to stay or leave More fear then Evan Bluebeard I serve primrose A picture of me is like a part of Michaelango's I don't play the banjo will you ever understand yo Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo Cocks strong half a block wrong Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong Not a battle axe not one of the mill Not easily knocked out or easily killed Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> A hundred and ninety five pounds punk More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts KnowI'msayin? Now get yourself on the floor Stop actin like a sissy <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts Wanna step in the ring with me you must be mushed Now ices in a crisis afraid when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin But filling when the scene I mean I'm icin and acin Amateurs who like it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em I remember the blood and I remember what told em I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the audacity to try and mess with him and me Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat ?Pellum? (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Rock the beat now that can be arranged Yo baby you look fine spread em Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your pocket Who is this? Move it, move it, move it <i>[LL Cool J]</i> I'm a nappy, sappy crappy imitator of who If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you, ooooh You don't know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified Get back better yet step back get dat Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte This goes out whether the blues is old news P's and Q's keep me in your shoes and you're dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong And cause I'm capable of makin a platinum LP Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin Callin all cars for the brother in black L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track I'm force full of force to put you on your back Makin hit after hit while you sent for a contract Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get Leavin rappers fee's dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Now the LL posse is now handin out speed knots to all those who don't want to get busy That's right baby get your body on the floor Move it, move it .357 at point blank range ain't nothin strange you're havin a heart attack is at your back Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
It's one in the mornin - you know what time it is! It's one in the mornin It's one in the mornin - you gonna have come out your clothes on this one It's one in the mornin Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra padded You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge It's really a tad tragic how they runnin through they cabbage You know my track record, L battle like a savage I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage Uncle LL, I got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community gotta get this money while y'all march for unity So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on Then get my dogs a platform to bark on The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others' Children shiverin under the covers The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat I'm bringin it raw, you never want your money back I'm focused baby, livin like a quarterback Playin in the wishbone, L keep options black Systematically, burn you like calories Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me [Chorus] It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] That's right Sleeping Beauty, wake up see the light That Tylenol PM got you caught for your BM Everybody can see I'm the king of rippin coliseums C'mon, youse a male groupie beggin for per diem A fruitcake laid out in the masoleum I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him Money's my slave, it do what I say It cry for me, like Denzel in "Glory" But I broke the cycle, no more poverty I wonder if you hatin on the low - probably! But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels Damn! Look at my body, coulda been a Navy Seal But you lack the discipline to do what I do Reinvention, I'm in the 11th dimension I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Aiyyo E it's one o'clock Time to get one and bounce baby It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is Your honor, last week he punched me in my face I want twenty million, you know he liftin weights Last week, me and the President was takin flicks Last week, my video dropped and you was sick Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks That cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted My American Express is Black, I'm at the Summit The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know My po'tfolio was sicker than polio For real God is good, he took me out the hood Got me livin in a mansion like a big boy should And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes knowin how I live, bed extra big You sit around, run your mouth, POTbelly on the couch Claimin you hot but honey what you wove out When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce You on the corner riskin your life to sell a ounce Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago But no, in real life cats catch it It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh? [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Yeah yeah It's the definition Definition Definition potna, eleven in a row! |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
You can't call it a comeback
I lay back, analyse the rhymes and realise I own that crown for lyrical combat Spit more raps to count more stacks Kickin back in the coup I got loops relax, I'm hotness Monotonous fans is runnin bizzack L please don't leave the game like thizzat Never in a million years L'll never let you down baby I drop 50, I steal gravy *I look back on Venus I look (I look) back on Mars And (and) I burn with the fire Of ten (of ten) million stars (guess who's back, uh) X2 I'm more then a conqueror Double up your bets Come and rumble with the decks I know you had that clown picked Mind blowin out cos L still sound sick You dream you was me I gleam lyrically I love 'em for it it's the highest form of flattery Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin' Rippers is just learnin by stacks I been earnin' I'm the uncle, L, future of the funk Turn my joint up, find out why I'm different from all these chumps And tell your favourite rapper that I'm ready to dump For real cat, that represented rap from the jump *Repeat Six figure interest on the cheddar From music, fashion, film and televison Poppin amaretto, so what'chu got a vendetta? I never felt better Now forever competition get severed by skills you can't measure I'm a champ, you a peon Kiss the ring, begone Known and respected on any block you be on And be on, stand there, get your md on I chuckle 'cos there's nuthin' to waste energy on There you have it The uncut raw for rap addicts Waited three years to see if L still had it Ten million stars Got beef to the death End of my contract, I'm the last one left! *Repeat L worth paper Ask Def Jam who put em up in that skyscraper (Yeah, I take them seriously baby) Ask my dogs up in old five, who made a major? LL playa Now who's next to need a paper, drop a bomb on em I look back on Venus I look back on mars And I burn with the fire Of ten million stars |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
(Red)
Aiyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot (LL) trizack, it sound like heaven 7-6-5-4-3-2-1, my man Meth-Tical come 'n get some (Meth) Player my position, hot nick's son This one for all the sick ones, infliction posionous darts sickenin' Best believe finger itchin' with 2 proclay Now I'm trippin' on MC's Cliche Show that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles hit the wicked ways Gotta love me G-O-D |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, six minutes I know why you're here I ain't sayin nothin Aiyyo baby I know why you're here I know what you're doing I can see it in your eyes you're up to somethin I know what it is, but we're still cool And we can |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Here we go - another funky style Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle" Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild This here part is like section one so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns Early mornin' light is yet to come And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun Females - let your hair down Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown with the funky sound, the razzamatazz you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop Dosey-do your partner all night long and all you mothers, bring your kids along (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...) Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this funky-like type of stuff The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver Don't stop till you get it on With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball They do it in the park, they do it in the mall But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic You were searchin' for the funk and I had it Here we go - hand over the cash yo What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco Work your body like a dime, oh no Do the freaky-deaky - the whole girls' cargo Females on the side - we gotta win 'em, yeah The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber Makes me sick like an earthquake So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house must be eatin' hardy And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya And clinically proven - damn!! Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'...) Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down Put ya body in the lost and found (Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down What you see is what you get And all the words who's next to be the teachers pet? Down-home monkey - corn fed, original And what you do is up to you, the individual This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers with the rebel mentality Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us? Skin so smooth lookin' all (???) Video to video, tape to tape Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge Too many people in the crib The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy and yes we are ready to funk it up steady ain't nothin' here petty Trip down to your laund-a-ray - I'm ready!! Hold your horse, and baby feel the force and get jaws off - no matter what the cost Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes to a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove I know the Marley remix to make you move (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin' |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
I know a honey named Millie, raised out in Philly
Body so illy she make a grown man silly A brainiac really she pretend she dilly Like, "Why you always look at me like that, you feel me?" There's a girl named Wendy, love black Bentleys Nails in her mouth, stay tryin to tempt me She rolls with her sister and they both real friendly It wasn't like that when my pockets was empty Shorty named Suzie, not quite a floozy Let's just say she has a problem bein choosy Scarf on her doobie when she in the jacuzzi On the celly with her man, "Love you - I'm at the movies" Bird named Chyna (baby where you find her) Uptown, she wrote a map down with eyeliner Hotness, two or three girlfriends behind her (On Amsterdam, lay in the lane, dippin despite her) *So after school, I take a dip in the pool Which is really, on the wall I got a color TV, so I can see, the Knicks play basketball And we talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker, could ever spend But I couldn't give a what about them cats you with Get your friends baby, jump in the Benz I got a judge named Donna, I call her Your Honor Whylin out with the gavel and the silk pajamas (let's go) And then there's Tamika, the seargeant gets deeper She turned the bass way up and wind on the speaker Girl named Kelly, rhinestones in her belly Curly red hair, crackin jokes in the telly Game concealed, a female Machiavelli Hopin and prayin that I ain't ready for the jelly What about Asia (major flavor) Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya Once again I got 'em catchin the vapors Mr. Smith bout to get this paper Paparazzi, pleaase give me a minute You're pushin me to the limit, I know that I represent it Be easy! Tammy, down in Miami Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's *Repeat Everybody go - I wanna rock right now LL and Diddy, we came to get down Yes we're internationally known for making movies and the microphone Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor Ask Penny, I call her Good'n'Plenty (why?) Cause after the show, there's nuttin open but Denny's (oh yeah) Maybe the waffle house, down South there's many She fix me a T-bone and take it to the Bentley Little Shaniqua, from Massapequa Went and bought a beeper so I could reach her - anyway When you talk about Diddy and L You talk about careers that's hard to kill The whole entire globe recognize the grill Walkin down the red carpet we're chilly chill! *Repeat Everybody go - I wanna rock right now LL and Diddy, we came to get down Yes we're internationally known for making movies and the microphone Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor *Repeat Everybody go.. Friends to the end baby, y'knahmsayin? Got history baby Not even, no question about it We won't stop Yeah never, word up, we keepin this money 10 Oh yeah 10 Rockin with my man, rockin with that Bad Boy cat Uncle L Rock the Bells A.K.A., Black Elvis P. Diddy Diddy Hottest man in the city Y'all see it Word up, please believe it Smile at it, love it, embrace it Ahh, grin baby, grin Get used to it That gettin money smile |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather Last of the red hot loving MC's Looking for a little, that's my theory It goes quick like lightning, too exciting Lover of ladies, don't allow biting Level-headed leader, toy boy feeder Good love life and a rhyme biter beater Looking, learning, the one you're liking Listen and you will love what I'm writing Ladies love, long, hard and lean And now you know what L.L. means [Chorus] Let's get ill! Come on now Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Lightning in the sky, L.L. don't lie I can hold a larger load than those other little guys My literature is the land's highest law The man of the brand, one you look out for I'm loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker Listen to my rhyme Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn't late The love every little bit of the cuts he creates First not last, leader of the class, see From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearing Lee's The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E I bust your lip, my level won't slip Clocking crazy dollars on the L.L. tip Come on! [Chorus] Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref When I die, there will be no lovers left I'm the little girl liker, legendary writer Let's see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter My love is long and my lyrics rock loud Lurking shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club Ladies Love, the man you dream of [Chorus] Never ever lost, not lonely or alone You can call me the last Capone Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids Don't need a legal lawyer, I ain't doing no bid Cause the ladies know my bass is low Rocking L after L ever since the intro Liberace couldn't rock it like the long-legged pro Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don't eat Alpo Come on [Chorus] All over the land they listen to my jams Like a cherry lollipop when you're licking your hand I'm popping and locking, so I can give you a list All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff I love giving em bliss, having my name on the list I'm the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn Cold laugh cause they don't like it every time I return Come on [Chorus: Repeats] |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Hit it) Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer catch a heart-attack, cause I'm back I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad I'm mad cause they said I wasn't bad No recognition cause they said I'm from the ghetto Carryin' nine millimeters and stiletto's I guess I need a TV show to get mine But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind That's too soft for L I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell" Hour jack loops and dancer troops Watch out for the gangsta-machine-gun-loose Ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this No way, huh, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Last year pop rappers got awards And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic-cord They see LL, they know the brothers' real But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite I gotta blow up more and more Shakin' the rafters from here on after Puttin' an end to all the laughter There ain't no way they can win with the band all in, plus the turntable spin Strip-sea |
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from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America (비비스와 버트헤드) [ost] (1995)
Oh my God, you know...
I'm the best when it comes to makin' love all night Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light Blaze it up girl, i'm a lace it real tight Go deep 'til the full moon turn to sunlight 'Til the darkness is gone love remains strong Like the bond between the child is so worn 'Til the touch, passionate interludes is such When your gone, your body's what i yearn to clutch Just imagine ecstacy floatin' in a cloud Animal attraction burnin' through the crowd Heaven on earth, paradise for a price It's cool though, I'll play ya For the rest of my life, you know why 1- Ain't nobody does me better Makes me happy, makes me feel this way Ain't nobody does me better You can take it girl, stop runnin', uh... I'm explorin' your body and your aroginous zones Like a black tiger caged up, 'til you come home lovely You make a man swoon like a boy The love is so soft, it gets hard to enjoy 'Cause the mind flys, and sometimes the sex lies Smooth little girls fall in love with rough guys But you can chop a big heart down to pint size I guess that's what it sounds like when the dove cries Uh, the whole world is trapped up in a maze But you say there's real good lovin' for rainy days Uh, the lord works in mysterious ways He musta put you on this earth for all men to praise (rpt 1) As i travel through your body our souls become one Indivisible, uh, it's getting critical son I'm on the run from love and chase me out the bag Get the point boo, you hit it right on the head It's an endless adventure, two bodies collide Can't fufill a dreams when a queen by side forever Infinite time we intertwine destiny We fall in love by design What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours The road less traveled is ours to explore I adore you, heavenly angel shine light Hold my hand, i'll be your guide through the night (rpt 1) (Spoken by L.L.:) come on now, a man don't choose a woman, A woman chooses a man Give you half for a second Then I'll give you the full plunge, uh (rpt 1) |
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from Jennifer Lopez - All I Have [single] (2003)
Love is life,
And Life Is Living, It's Very Special J.Lo:oooh Ll Cool J: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeah yeah (J.Lo)Its such a shame but I'm staying i love the way you been treatin me And its crazy but oh baby it dose matta whatever do faze me (Ll Cool J) I dont believe you wanna stay like this I do believe I just had my last fake kiss I dont believe we'll laugh and reminice Wait a minute hurry up and bounce baby Lets not talk about this (J.Lo)well im staying and I'm in son I cant leave you alone 'Cause im bad Holding up my spot And I'm bad Reppin the girls on the block And I'm bad I got this thing unlock! So with me you wont be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (J.Lo)The nights I've waited up for you Promises you made about coming through So much time you wasted, Thats why I had to replace you (Ll Cool J)It makes a chap nervous the thought of settling down Especially when he's creeping all over town I thought my tender touch could lock ya down I knew I had you as cocky as that sounds The way you used to giggle right before I put it down It's better when you're angry come here I'll prove it now (come here) (J.Lo)Stop playing, you gaming, I got to leave you alone 'Cause im good Holding down my spot And I'm good Reppin the girls on the block And I'm good I got this thing on lock So without me you'll be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (Ll Cool J)People make mistakes, to make up, to break up To wake up cold and lonely And chill baby you kno me, you love me, I'm like your homie Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony Dont bounce baby, console me, come here (J.Lo)Ain't Nothin' you can say to me that can change my mind I gotta let u go now, Nothin will ever be the same So just be on your way, go ahead and do your thing now And theres no more to explain to me ya kno I know ya game I'm not feelin' what you do(and im good) So I'm bouncing and I'm out son (im good) I gotta leave you alone yeah yeah J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (repeat) (i promise u, im sad) |
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from Jennifer Lopez - The Reel Me (2003)
Love is life,
And Life Is Living, It's Very Special J.Lo:oooh Ll Cool J: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeah yeah (J.Lo)Its such a shame but I'm staying i love the way you been treatin me And its crazy but oh baby it dose matta whatever do faze me (Ll Cool J) I dont believe you wanna stay like this I do believe I just had my last fake kiss I dont believe we'll laugh and reminice Wait a minute hurry up and bounce baby Lets not talk about this (J.Lo)well im staying and I'm in son I cant leave you alone 'Cause im bad Holding up my spot And I'm bad Reppin the girls on the block And I'm bad I got this thing unlock! So with me you wont be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (J.Lo)The nights I've waited up for you Promises you made about coming through So much time you wasted, Thats why I had to replace you (Ll Cool J)It makes a chap nervous the thought of settling down Especially when he's creeping all over town I thought my tender touch could lock ya down I knew I had you as cocky as that sounds The way you used to giggle right before I put it down It's better when you're angry come here I'll prove it now (come here) (J.Lo)Stop playing, you gaming, I got to leave you alone 'Cause im good Holding down my spot And I'm good Reppin the girls on the block And I'm good I got this thing on lock So without me you'll be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (Ll Cool J)People make mistakes, to make up, to break up To wake up cold and lonely And chill baby you kno me, you love me, I'm like your homie Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony Dont bounce baby, console me, come here (J.Lo)Ain't Nothin' you can say to me that can change my mind I gotta let u go now, Nothin will ever be the same So just be on your way, go ahead and do your thing now And theres no more to explain to me ya kno I know ya game I'm not feelin' what you do(and im good) So I'm bouncing and I'm out son (im good) I gotta leave you alone yeah yeah J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (repeat) (i promise u, im sad) |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Ey, ey, check it out homie man, you need to get up out of this spot man and get a job man before you get smoked man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...) I know you don't wanna hear it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots] (swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips So black man really care about politics In the ninety's, our governments so slick I watch CNN sometimes and I realize they're playin' tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his hands Too young to die, and they don't give a damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath I love you to death while my beats' like a reef In the middle of the night on the city streets The only thing we got left is the beat All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Who brings guns into the USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator Say the clubs, I can't get a job Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs!!! Brother of pain, their whole lives are over They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober And all the ladies got bags of clothes They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows The streets are like a nightmare While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon When you need a toga-black, hire black linen Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob The black women don't understand Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk Seein' black women and white men go to work So all women fear, the brothers ain't real Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal Hold my hand while I get it all together They don't deserve me at times of bad weather Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls And there's another way besides basketball Let me go, let me do what I do I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner And you can get robbed if you wanna Paybacks a mother on the street You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats Brothers ride by real slow You get leary when they got tinted windows Sittin' on the steps with a blunt I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front My Aunt Ellie always talked about God Tell me you never cried cause its so hard Government got a hell of a plan But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
C'mon, and you don't stop (here go another one)
Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one) Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one) (Feel me baby, it's on) Uhh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks My limousine roll up, the whole world shocked cause you steppin out with an entrepeneur I copped you more than what you bargained for Roll the red carpet, enjoy the profits First, let's make love in the walk-in closet Daddy just made a nine digit deposit Believe me sweetie, it's not luck it's logic I'm the captain of my destiny Used to dream of the things I was blessed to see The jewels and the papers, sports cars and such There's nothing in the world LL can't touch You stood by my side and pushed me so much That's why you got them 10 karats, you know what? *It's so amazing, amazing, amazing Life's given my baby, my baby, my baby Maybe some day you'll feel, how I feel, it's crazy To see my baby.. is so amazing Sing it baby I've got riches wall to wall Up the stairs and, down the hall of all the things that we have done You got more ideas for us to live our lives.. and explore.. There is no topping you, you're untoppable *Repeat So what you sayin? Uh-huh Hehehe, I appreciate it It's so amazing, your love, to me It's so amazing, amazing, to me It's so amazing, your love, to me It's so amazing, amazing, to me It's alright.. Sometimes you work late at night (I know baby) (I miss you too) Just as long, as you don't defy my love Then it's on (I promise you baby) (I'll always love you) Uh, uh, slide out to Venice, my game's in order Would chip in to vent, but the city's on water Searchlights and fireworks bling the sky A vowel on the end of everything we buy Yellow ice in both ears, I loosen up the tie I'm lovin this lifestyle, baby I can't lie It feels so good it make a grown man cry Cause I made it out the hood and a lot of my crew died I guess I had determination And baby girl kept me in the congregation Now it's private jets and deep conversation Hundred G's a month to show appreciation All eyes on us, the cameras flash In God We Trust, I don't love this cash But you was definitely - by my side when my world collapsed Now I'm, rich for life and I'm payin you back *Repeat This is like this for life baby This gon' always be like this God is my witness Hold you tight for the rest of my life Yknahmsayin? There's nothing I won't do for you baby I'm your man, I'm your man Our love is amazing, yeah It's so, amazing, to me |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 (2008)
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby Way back in 1776 Who would have thought we would have had these chicks Sum kinda slim and some extra thick They make me feel so patriotic Man, American girls are something to see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they lookin' so tan Out in Kansas, they so outlandish Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha after Bubble baths and Budweiser, joy and laughter A good ol' boy that's not tryin' to gas ya American girl, no doubt who the best are I get harder, faster than a car in Nascar Make more reveal, I wanna ride again The red coats are comin', fuck it, let 'em in The king of England woulda left us alone If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue American girl, I salute you From Massachusetts to Albuquerque Back to the Mid West, as sweet as the dessert be I see you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to You're my American girl, American girl March ladies (Left, left, left, right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies (Left, left, left, right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies I'm so glad that French helped us out Now you're free to walk around and let your cleavage bounce The Founding Fathers would've been hot and bothered Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about From Philadelphia to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama Country Gramma Queens, New York, Detroit to Montana Today's your day girl, let's raise the banner Benjamin Franklin, I so wanna thank him Take a look at these girls, they the best in the world Blonds and brunettes, redheads with curls March with me girl and let your baton twirl Champagne corks were bursting in the air Gave prove through the night, my girls were still there I'm a drum major, leading you to the flavor Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya Oh, oh, say can you see By the dawns early light Party with me every night Let down your hands, alright Whatever you do, don't lose this all fast I'ma have to fly my flag at half mass You go girl, you make me wanna holler Take George off and put your boobs on the dollar I see you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to You're my American girl, American girl March ladies (Left, left, left, right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies (Left, left, left right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies I'm the master of the ceremony, go ahead, yell Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell Let's have the Boston Tea party, what the hell Celebrate the day Crispus Attucks fell So we could use our parts and rock to LL 36 double D's never troubled me Thank god that Columbus made that discovery The queen of Spain, spends some change Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive But all you girls with 9 to 5's dance with pride This is the USA, great to be alive Great watch the videos with them big ol' thighs Brown and blue-green and hazel eyes All directed straight towards the prize Any shape or size, all different types survive Around the way girls, ready to ride Farmers daughter on the John Deer with pride Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds With them girls next door, they put me under a spell I'm on top of the world, I'ma screaming to tell I love the USA girls Almost as much as The Giants beat Green Bay, girl I see you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to You're my American girl, American girl March ladies (Left, left, left, right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies (Left, left, left right, left) March ladies (Right, right, right, left, right) March ladies |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
I'm the king. I floss rings the new John Mickens Uhh I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin from New York to Richmond my shine is sickenin Ice drips frost bits or forfeit shit I got to rewrite this mackin' game baby Layin' in the barber shop knowin' haters is shady Maybe they sex young chicks and whips but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick shifts for no chips I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick Mr. Smith, the rarest breed separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds miraculous lyrical swiftness practice this, stop bein' actresses on mattresses with your legs up in the air splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla My fortune 500 is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest feel the force of this lyrical arsenist Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day ... anutha dolla I'm the MC that you strive to be competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece So iced up, they call me Mount Everest the many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow cabbage I wreack havoc, do damage don't have it uh huh .. techniques up to par yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras Chick soup too Hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise Anutha day .. anutha dolla Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby but someone's gotta do it, haha |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Uhh .. uhh .. uhh .. uh-huh Uhh .. uhh .. that joint is hot baby! [Verse 1] Lights, camera, action - hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up Shake that cookie like what like what Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck Look at that apple cobbler butt Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut NBA Live in my truck Parkin lot like all jammed up If there's beef it's best you duck I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up [Chorus - Timbaland] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? [Verse 2] So much sugar it's makin my head rush Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff Break me off a piece of crust I'm so full I'm bout to bust Just one slice is not enough Dang that thang tight like handcuffs What I gotta say to you for you to give it up? What if I was payin you so you could live it up? Hoochie seats inside yo' truck Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts You be Starsky, I be Hutch Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts Take my 2-way, stay in touch I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up Take you, bake you, eat you up [Chorus] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? [Verse 3] Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips Love when your hair get stuck to your lips Apple cobbler sweet and thick I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick Yo' dessert is worth a grip I admit you make me trip Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit Trippin, switchin past my clique Lick that juicy, ask my clique Stretch them jeans girl make them fit Make me go outside and pit You know me, my cake is sick Me and Timbo makin hits Apple cobbler, thick and rich Just how hot can one girl get? [Chorus] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
(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 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 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 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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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
(You got me s up s down s 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 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 s up s down s 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 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 s up s down s 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 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 s ) 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 s up s down s out on your loving) (You got me s up s down s out) (till fade) |
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from Hit Parade Vol. I (2003)
(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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from LL Cool J - Baby - Explicit Version [single] (2008)
LL
Radio killer Yeh, Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) Cuz I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm 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 messin with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle Shawty im your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby She likes 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 I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '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 I'm Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinnin around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby (Cuz im your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cuz he ain't nothin' like me (no) You can search but you never gone find 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 the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cuz im your baby In the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, can feel the urge If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know im a word are slurred Don't ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I don't curr She all in the rearview doin her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 [Explicit Version] (2008)
LL
Radio killer Yeh, Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) Cuz I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm 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 messin with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle Shawty im your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby She likes 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 I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '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 I'm Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinnin around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby (Cuz im your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cuz he ain't nothin' like me (no) You can search but you never gone find 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 the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cuz im your baby In the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, can feel the urge If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know im a word are slurred Don't ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I don't curr She all in the rearview doin her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 [Explicit Version] (2008)
LL
Radio killer Yeh, Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) Cuz I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm 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 messin with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle Shawty im your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby She likes 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 I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '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 I'm Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinnin around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby (Cuz im your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cuz he ain't nothin' like me (no) You can search but you never gone find 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 the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cuz im your baby In the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, can feel the urge If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know im a word are slurred Don't ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I don't curr She all in the rearview doin her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 (2008)
LL
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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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 (2008)
LL
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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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for unh hardcore I know you wanna come...in my jeep we can park on a back street you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry let's do this in a hurry air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken I know you need a good stickin' that's when I see my man Snoop peace, what up kid? loungin' duke as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier you're gettin' hornier and hornier I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor) you're legs is incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep (where at?) back seat of my jeep back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep' I'm pullin' over near your building I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin' I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this you got class but deep down you're real freakish you got it all, but you never had a wild episode that's when me and my jeep showed up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin' I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky you love it 'cause it's wild and risky you got your eyes on the hood you're up to no goodI took you in the back, you hoped I would you got your black on black so stacked in the back while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track windows are foggy and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I give it to you real raw in the backseat that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah) you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah) don't lie take it in your eye (why?) so buckle up, buckle up what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live I'll put your numbers in the archives so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl it's my jeep and your world you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing 'cause I can tell you wanna swing we're bonin' on the dark blocks wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it workin' as a team somebody, anybody (scream) jump with me to the cash bar I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh" damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah) you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth exstentions on the carpet that nice round brown is my target it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy I love it when it's pushy but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up) the back seat of my jeep, is priceless you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin' unh, give me a hug see what I'm sayin' love? [ |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for unh hardcore I know you wanna come...in my jeep we can park on a back street you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry let's do this in a hurry air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken I know you need a good stickin' that's when I see my man Snoop peace, what up kid? loungin' duke as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier you're gettin' hornier and hornier I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor) you're legs is incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep (where at?) back seat of my jeep back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep' I'm pullin' over near your building I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin' I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this you got class but deep down you're real freakish you got it all, but you never had a wild episode that's when me and my jeep showed up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin' I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky you love it 'cause it's wild and risky you got your eyes on the hood you're up to no goodI took you in the back, you hoped I would you got your black on black so stacked in the back while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track windows are foggy and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I give it to you real raw in the backseat that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah) you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah) don't lie take it in your eye (why?) so buckle up, buckle up what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live I'll put your numbers in the archives so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl it's my jeep and your world you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing 'cause I can tell you wanna swing we're bonin' on the dark blocks wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it workin' as a team somebody, anybody (scream) jump with me to the cash bar I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh" damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah) you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth exstentions on the carpet that nice round brown is my target it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy I love it when it's pushy but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up) the back seat of my jeep, is priceless you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin' unh, give me a hug see what I'm sayin' love? [ |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?" as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap (Chorus) x2 Ja Rule- It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey LL Cool J- Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics and force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land (Chorus) x2 Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm sayin?, all that bullshit you was talking Dont mean shit, you finish now I'm still the man nigga the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm sayin, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame but is this really what you want? Hahahahahahahha |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
Hey Hey Hey Hey
We gon' get it poppin' now, girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin', girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now, girl Get your best dress on tonight 54-11's poppin' wheelies front of Willyburgers Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then Right after the Rooftop, years before the Hamptons You was a ghetto queen and a diamond in the rough You was so beautiful and the world was so rough Your man was locked up cause the cops popped up You dropped out of school on top of that you knocked up He was yo' crush, you was his crutch He'll be gone a dime and it's hard to stay in touch Your moms say you stupid but you love him so much Now it's broken dreams and broken Beemers in the dust Standin' up on a crowded bus, for college courses Stay on course when it gets rough, you never lost it Stay strong baby trust, you'll be back flossin' Diamond studs and linen crush keep your head up We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Her boyfriend's comin' through with them hickeys on his neck He claims he's lovin' her but never shows her no respect All she knows is neglect, a lifetime of stress Big momma, huh momma, now lil' momma is next You can see the effects of gettin' treated incorrect Cause she let the cycle continue, make excuses for his steps Her girlfriends tried to warn her, all he wanted was the sex Once he get it, then he gone, then it's on to somethin' fresh Somethin' new, nuttin' borrowed, nuttin' blue, no weddin' dress But that's a'ight, you still young, you got your lifetime left You gotta leave all that alone, find yourself There's no love until you love you remind yourself We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight To all my ghetto girls all around the world You know the ones with the weaves and the Shirley Temple curls Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin' To all my ghetto queens survivin' by all means There's a rock and a hard place you somewhere in between Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin', yeah To all my single mommas you been strugglin' with drama Doin what'chu gotta but still keepin' your honor Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin', yeah yeah, sing it We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Get your best dress on tonight. Get your best dress on tonight. Get your best dress on tonight. |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother, and your grandmother
It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up Big Mama, my grandmother, my main girl I love you much more than the scandalous world As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life Cursed me out, to keep me out the streets at night Cause my momma had me when she was young So you took on the responsbility to raise your grandson You taught me if a task is once begun, Todd Never leave it 'til it's done, Todd Be thy labor great or small Todd Do it well or not at all, God Big Mama, my blood is your blood When the whole world's against me, I know I got your love If I was in a cell for the rest of my life I know I'd hear your prayers in the middle of the night Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother wit Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits I love you baby, you the one and only, that's a fact 'Til death do us part, I'ma always have your back You beefed cause you heard that I was cursin in my raps Eighty-six, still you wanna run and get the straps I love you, I promise you I care for you deep Cause when I had bronchitis you would rock me to sleep Rub me down with green alcohol Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama Early one Sunday morning Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love) There was no time to eat, she said to me Boy hurry to Sunday school (you gave me unconditional love) I remember when you told me certain friends wasn't real I didn't wanna listen, I swore I knew the deal Come to find out, everything you said was true Who I end up goin to for advice? You I love you, that's why you got nurses and maids Ever since I got paid, you ain't never been afraid That's granddaddy wife, she taught me how to think How to navigate through life, you made the sacrifice You kept on livin, cause when my granddaddy died It took all your might, but you ain't quit on life We took trips down South, biscuits and chicken Me you granddad and Alison, trippin Remember, you used to pick me up from junior high And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by Remember, I pulled my privates out in class And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!!) The best cookin a man could ever taste It's written in my heart, it can never be erased Thank you so much, you taught me well How to not get souped up, because I'm LL How to walk the street, and hold my head real high How to live with Christ and not be afraid to die We sipped daquiris, but you never told moms We even shared beers, Big Mama my dear A toast to a woman that raised a man In popular demand all across the land You're my lawyer, my teacher, my doctor, my friend My mother, my father, you with me 'til the end I love you, I mean that from the bottom of my heart That's the reason why my record's #1 on the charts I'ma tell it like it is, I love you forever Dead or alive, we'll always be together Big Mama I love you I dedicate this to the Big Mama's everywhere The ones who raised us - when nobody else was there The ones who held us and told us it'll be alright When gunshots was goin off every night Taught us how to lock the door and check the peephole And how to swallow Vicks when we had a chest cold How to stay proud, and represent hard Eat plenty baby, but first say grace for God Big Mama, I'ma miss you When one of us leave this earth But baby for what it's worth, I love you since the date of my birth And if it wasn't for my children, I would wanna go first You're the reason I'm the man I am today The inspiration, for me to be LL Cool J When you told me "Knock 'Em Out," I brought you home a Grammy I learned to be tough from Big Mama and Aunt Cammy A black man that was raised by black women On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt The concert was hot, thanks to your support Girl - you're the one I love Whether right here with me or smilin from up above Trouble or no trouble, you always had my back So I had to let you know your son appreciates that, Big Mama |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
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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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
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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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
James Todd Smith, knowhatI'msayin? Trackmasters
Fresh off the private jet from Europe - did four months out there Extra paper, scoop that up Back on the scene, crisp and clean You know how we get down baby, let me tell you a lil' story You're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the.. invisible settings on the baguettes? The Benzes, Beamers and Corvettes? Or the.. wood-grain in the convertible Lex Be ease, shoppin sprees, what designer is next? Is it the.. Diablo, parked on Rodeo? Half a mill' in the trunk and I ain't moved no llello Could it be I'm.. anti-pimp, hundred-thousand a clip Hat low, doin donuts when I pull up out the dealership Is it the.. the Fortune 500 covers? The family man that got one baby mother? The way I brainwash y'all to love one another And got the whole community bouncin in unity *(Born to love you baby) Why? (You know I love you baby) Why? (Kiss and hug you baby) Why? (I'll always love you baby) Why? Hmm.. you're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you be hawkin me Is it the.. twenty million I be grabbin a flick? Or my four-hundred million dollar FUBU clique? is it the.. "In the House" syndication chips Poppin two bottles, shorty read my lips They say Ladies, Love, Legend in Leather Simple ain't it... uh, but quite clever Is it the.. fact I melt in liquid ice? Tapped it once, you felt it twice Is it the.. multiple O's I'm known for those Temptation Island, wildin cause my neck froze Is it the.. bowlegged, hard-headed little honey in my grill with her pinkies wetted? Forget it *Repeat (X2) Mmm.. you're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the.. way I caress and hold you close? The iller, villa in Barbados? Is it the.. Countache rollin up to your door? Yeah Tell your roommate you ain't dancin no more, yeah Tell 'em your new man is cooler than before, yeah Tell 'em bout them twenty-thousand on tour, yeah Is it the.. the way that I defend your honor? Backhand your ex-man, tell him kill the drama? Is it the.. way the Mazerrati hug her body make you wanna be my next hottie, uh-huh From the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top Cruuuuuuuise.. it don't stop *Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Yeah, man the flavour, flavour YEEEAAAHHH...!!! Ah yeah, who we doing? Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence Another young black man just caught a case Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here-acap |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh, I can't explain it ... You know it's that moment It's just that moment Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it [Chorus - singers] w/ ad libs Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 1] I understand you want canaries on your hand Masterpiece Roley, gold tri-color band Cute wedding pictures sittin on the nightstand You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man I know you won't touch me unless you trust me You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me I'm kissin on your neck real tender Gentle as can be, but you still won't surrender Let me kiss your eyes Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe I pull back to stare at your eyes Sittin there quiet like I'm hypnotized We kiss a little more, laugh and smile Might even share a lollipop, you know my style Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while Let's pretend that we're walkin down the aisle I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 2] Straight up, you beautiful B I don't think you understand what you doin to me On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin TV Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin me Uhh .. then we kiss for real I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel You go to the bathroom for a second I understand baby, I know what you checkin (a-heh-heh) That's when you come back and walk to me slow That's when you change up and let it all flow I'm kissin on your belly ring nice and slow I love to take my time, love to give you a show Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below Use my ears like handlebars, take control Ain't no sense in stayin calm and playin the role Baby relax, let me touch your soul I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 3] My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks with sound effects and whatnot (mmm) A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean Add 'em up and they equal fifteen You the 6 ... I needed you like a fix I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click I pick up the pace You feel the stubble from my beard on your face I look at your lips and take a taste Switch it up I got my hands on your waist We whylin out, we all over the place I'm holdin on with a strong embrace You holdin on and tryin to keep the faith Together we blast to outer space, I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL Cool J]
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated you ready to give up? You ready to end it all? Don't do it dog, word up I don't care if you black, white, latin, asian, whatever We all go through pain When you can't think.. use your soul baby Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne back I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my back They slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for inventin my flow I'm a child of God, witness the risin son From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one This thing of ours, got competition takin red showers Grievin mothers callin 1-800-Flowers My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world turn? Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {hell} They lookin for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin in purple haze Po' nigga's on the bricks his whole life He ain't got nuttin to live for, so fuckin livin right But if you stay in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil Genocide was committed on the black people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave anyway The average cat and LL Cool J It's a never ending cycle, life and death Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death Chorus: LL Cool J I CAN'T THINK! Why do I feel I'm losin my mind? I CAN'T THINK! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I CAN'T THINK! Even though I'm a one of a kind I CAN'T THINK! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the way I CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parlay I CAN'T THINK! It's all about survival God {*scratched* - "You know the epilogue by James Todd" - Biggie Smalls} [LL Cool J] Put your life on the line, you runnin out of time The coroner's callin, she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is WHAT, keep the razor blade tucked Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up Player here, player there, nigga turned you out but never told you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be shared and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king I ain't tradin my soul in for skins and chrome rims Chorus [LL Cool J] Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it! The dawn, of a new millenium, came to pass The world revolves around sex or cash The black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast All I ever seen was killers and dopefiends From FEDS Magazine to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team Givin it to the world and I'm tellin it like it is Tossin lyrical daggers and sendin em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damnit I WANNA LIVE! The legendary master of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse Chorus |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
When you was seventeen and I was nineteen we feel deep in love growing up in Queens we didn't know a thing about love we was innocent sneakin' on the doorstep to hug held you tightly and promised you the world you gave me hickys and said you was my girl when I think about it now makes me smile cause I ain't felt these butterflies in a while funny how you grow up and innocence fades we used to live for love but now we're afraid (of what?) of the darkness and bitter memories lovers who crushed us through infidelity I promised you I'd love you to the end always and forever since way back when you're like candy the world's sweetest friend you taste better now than you did back then Bell/Tresvan you will always be my candy one day we will start a family you will always be my candy girl (you'll be my candy girl forever) you will always be my candy want your love girl understand me you will always be my candy girl while you sucked caramel apple lolly pops rain sleet or snow I'm troopin' up the murdock we used to walk down the block hold hands I would get you after school cause I was your man and any guys that wanna socalize just know that I'm a flip on any cat that trys my peeps used to say I was whipped all your girls said since you got with him you flipped but uh they couldn't feel the feelings we felt mirrors on the ceiling we melt I would look up at ya I remember the afternoon you surrendered we made love the tempature was high as could be you said Todd promise you ain't liein' to me and as we went our seperate ways you turned back smiled I remember all that (take it to the bridge) candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special treat candy gir all I want to say I need your love each and every day when I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my memories call of days when love was true I slept and held you taste the brown sugar let your climax melt yo candy you're occupying all of my thoughts turned my soul upside down with lessons you taught I can feel you even when you're far away you're right here wit' me sweet love strictly and I'm a bend over backwards to keep you on my side take you for a mental and emotional ride make love to your soul your heart and your mind in your hour of need girl I'll be there every time and as long as you support my dreams stayin' right beside me as a part of my team I'll take you where the average man can only dream of cause in a world so sour I got the sweetest love Outro: Bell/Tresvant candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special trea (you'll be my candy girl forever) candy girl all I want to say (word is bond sweetheart) I need your love (I swear I'm down for whatever) candy girl (sometimes you gotta go back home) look so sweet (I love you) candy girl |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[Intro/Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Why don't you make, hah, a resolution Heh, for God sake, give a contribution Huh, you're filthy rich huh, so help the world Donate some dough to the starvin' boys and girls They ain't eatin', we're just chillin', stop the killin' [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Change your ways huh, start givin' Huh, you're livin' like every day is thanksgivin' Huh, cool songs huh, nice cars, clear sky, bright stars Funky, funky beats on the radio be pumpin' Hah, you're so cool, well let us tell you somethin': Change your ways [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Hey you, don't be stupid, comprehend the words I'm speakin' to a beat that's crazy funky and keeps the people freakin' Just trust through us, you're listenin' to God talk Mic check 1, 2, huh, hey fellas tell 'em what they need to do [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Come on, come on, let's do it, let's do it There's just so many of us, huh hey yo, there ain't nothin' to it We're just too strong, can't nothin' stop the movement Hah, party people listen - the world has room for improvement The groove is small and I know you've been thinkin' a lot about this jam So take his hand and take her hand and let's all lend a hand to our fellow man [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] We can do it, hah, that's right, but you gotta, gotta warn her We gotta help the junkies tastin' their dream fiendin' on the corner Cause yo we got the power And man we are the world, so what you wanna do What you wanna do homeboys and all you fly girls? Put your cigarette out, throw away your drink Take a moment of silence to stop and think Hah, we gotta change our ways huh Or we'll never see brighter days [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [Outro: LL Cool J] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin'? All we gotta do is change our ways and everything will be aight youknowhatI'msayin'? There's so far to go youknowImean? But we gotta keep fightin', we gotta struggle youknowhatImean? And we stay alive, only the strong survive So part of you can change your ways and you'll be aight Peace from LL Cool J [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya scratched Nothin Just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Keep 'em there Yo run the jewels run the jewels run the jewelsI used to be rollin like a millionaire Cash |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah.. Yeah I like that guitar man, yeah Yo E-Love I like the way you flipped that guitar man Knahmsayin? It was a good idea man, knahmsayin? Yeah It's kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin? I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin? Just gon' chill, check it out Slick as Vasoline, smell good as cologne I'm like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone I rhyme like Superman, you rap like Jimmy Olson I break you like a bottle of green Golden Molson You ain't a real rhymer, you look like a actress How you gon' sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress? Am I that old, do I walk like Grady? I'ma hundred-fifty proof, Smirnoff is only 80 Don't you EVER try to rock my house I'm a real cool cat, know what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse? The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this Now think about it -- can you really come close to this? You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler Ugly as work shoes, messin with the Ruler: the ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer I work myself harder than a boxer's trainer [Chorus: LL Cool J] Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) [LL Cool J] You end up, underneath my sneaker You're dog doo-doo, I'm watchin you get weaker You can't believe, the skill and dexterity LL Cool J, and the J is for Jeremy So BUFF ME, James Todd the earthquaker That's right my brother, you're goin out like Sega {*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude? One of my battles'll get your girlies in the mood Sucker MC's really make me sick I'm so bad, I can suck my own {dick} If you go to your girl's house and I'm there already Don't go Crazy cause my name ain't Eddie Rhymes so rough, it's like a course in trigonometry When Einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout ME The Prince of the Earth, and I'ma give birth to a rhyme so hard you look soft as a Smurf Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out? LOVELY, and that's without a doubt! [Chorus 3/4X] [LL Cool J] Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor When I'm through, you'll need a nurse to take your temperature and cool you down, cause you're cold as leftovers Not the ones on the table, I'm talkin about RUFF rovers You can't get over -- what's my name, Goofy? You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother break out the looseys and take a pull, cause the buck stops here I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear Don't cross me, or lose your loyalty to the Prince of the Rap Court, I'm royalty And it ain't no puzzle, it's a shame how rappers guzzle paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzle to shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet I'm a one man RIOT, so don't even TRY IT The Prince of special tactics, plus I'm athletic Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine Speak your piece, then I'ma go for mine And I guarantee you, I'm gonna strike again I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Again' I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it You don't really wanna battle, why don'tcha just forget it! [Chorus 1/2] [LL Cool J] But if you're hard headed and you still don't understand Here's a little sample -- EHM EHM, my man (BRRRRRRRING) "Hello?" [cut n scratch "Cool J"] ".. takes everything you've got" -> [Cheers (theme song)] [cut n scratch "pushin a broom"] ".. sure would help a lot" -> [Cheers (theme song)] [LL Cool J] Check my stats, how we livin, I thought so I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point I'm tellin you, they're the serious joint I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew slow My voice is milky with a nice clear flow I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo I'm not a ballplayer, so now Y'KNOW! Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) KnowhatI'msayin? And I'ma be straight til the year 3000 That's word to mother, knahmsayin? And I say mother with a V cause the V is for Victory yaknahmsayin? Cause I'm the victor in this game, word up Knahmsayin? That's what time it is, peace [crew applause] That man, he sure is FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY! Funky, he sho' is! You best believe he's FUNKY! You didn't KNOW??? FUNKY! |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean? Uhh, bounce, yeah Uhh.. bounce, yeah Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can't no more Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis to bag a ghetto Midas Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey The white on whites from Uptown Wifebeater underneath If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell What the hell, these clowns is pointin at? *(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's You're monopoly, and you property (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's (If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's You're monopoly, and you property (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww) Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea) Hand on your waist just in case it's on Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car Rollin up to rush into the bar It's a simple recipe, I-C-E S-H-I-N-E equals free P Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty Hot and broke, daddy have mercy She want Prada, the pearl of drawers The new Fendi mink so she can act stink The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight *Repeat It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies (Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do You know the game, you a patient killer Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out *Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
Crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Ain't no particular color for a crazy girl Usin' her ass to survive in a crazy world Lacin' ya baby, givin' ya diamonds and the pearls (Ooh) Sippin' the Belve makin' ya stomach wanna hurl (Ooh) Spend chips tonight Me and Swizz got a miss she gone strip tonight What you hearin', what's your seein', what's you get tonight Got an anaconda snake for them lips tonight Baby hit the lights That's why I can't explain the way I just keep on dropin' heat Laughin' at competition because they can't compete Tiger Woods grand slam, Micheal Jordan threepeat The body I'm rockin' is harder than my beats You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Ride out Hard to be humble when I be gunnin' from the back My life is a movie, that's why I decided to act (Yeah) Packin' this poetry in your ears like wax Blowin' my celly, rollin' ya philly relax I hit it and quit that's why they call me "Be Back" Cuz I might be back, might not be back Love 'em and leave 'em lyin', deceivin' and cheatin' And when you catch 'em you peekin' and for the knowledge you're reachin' A painful lesson you're teachin', a sugar daddy you're seekin' You fall in love for the weekend, just like the Garden of Eden even You better ask Swizz how it is we do this From the gutter to the top of the world look at my wrists You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Let's ride Make 'em cope the unorthodox Cat's prayin' that I drop like a halter-top Scatter the whole spot like I bust a shot Half a mil in big bills baby rust a lot (Mmmmmmm) Used to cuss a lot, when I crushed the box The drop get more head than a barber shop Even old people stop when L park on the block (Doodoodoodoo) Pictures and autographs "WE LOVE YOU", thanks a lot A grown ass man, got skills and what not Anywhere I touch you girl, becomes a G-Spot Six months ago I was cold, now I'm hot Six months ago you was platinum, now you flopped You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl LL Cool J-ah And 'Shonda And Swizz, Swizz, Swizz, Swizz Beatz now Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around Crazy Girl Put ya hands up You just movin' around Hey And just shakin' around Hey And just runnin' around Hey And just playin' around Hey And just foolin' around Hey And just clowin' around Hey Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Let's ride |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
The wind is howlin
the rain pours down eyes are blood shot heartbeat pounds. Lights go out the whole world's in darkness the ground is tremblin' dogs are barkless. In the sky there appears a great light burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night. AAAHHHH! Cryin' in a childless (?) tone terrified of dyin' a painful death alone. Don't smile lest a innocent (?) chile The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?). Throw like a hit from the best take it in a slump ha ha feel it in your chest. Conquerin the world with the words leadin the children like herds. I can feel it buildin I'm about to explode I'm walkin on the crossroad People livin in a shack - at the crossroads Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads stab you in the back - at the crossroads Everybodies gettin jacked at the crossroads Violins and trumpets play 25 thousand people in a golden sleigh on there way to the promise land. Deliverance but yet some don't understand. Rough on a late night thrill after midnight kill or be killed. Soldiers, warriors (?) at each other on the combat zone. Supreme power on the throne. Lighting strikes in every home. Terrified men run down the street. So many dead bodies it's hard to eat. Come, we gotta rise above the wall. To see what no man has seen before. Blindin' light that got you through the night. God is on your side to got in a fight. Homicide suicide death. BOOM! Ain't nobody left. Ohhhh! It's startin to take affect. Your on your knees you scared to death. Tornados with a thousand people spinnin. One fight at the cross and now god is winin. The whole Earth cracks in half. The sea turns red from the blood bath. Abandoned buildings burned and two remain (?). Terrified you feel the fire blaze. The ground can't hold your weight. You reach out to grab the pearly gates. Who clocked this f not from space. Never again will you see the human race. 19 angels leadin the devil straight to hell! Torment! Pain! What you're seein here you can't explain. All your life some men we played the game. Never realize that there's a flame. |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 [Explicit Version] (2008)
(feat. Lil' Mo)
LL an.... Lil' Mo Yeahh.. yeahh... yeahhh....ohh oh When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby, it's like You know, ohh oh How love goes, say it again When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Now give it to em) How ever it go I'm going out for ya girl, If I'm a stick up kid I'm pullin' out for ya girl, If I was hustling I'd pump coke for ya girl, If I was a dred then I'd smoke for ya girl, I play captain,rock the boat for ya girl, I play martin and bring hope to ya girl, When I was away look how I wrote to ya girl, Wasn't I polite when I spoke to ya girl, Tricked on you cop that coke for you girl, I'd do anything but go broke for ya girl, Since I'm a rapper I wrote a song for ya girl, Since I'm a gun clapper I keep it warm for ya girl, Lift some weights and keep it hard for ya girl, Sunday morning pray to God for you girl, If that don't work catch a charge for ya girl, Or flip some bars become a star for ya girl, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like You know ohh oh How love goes Come on say it again When I cry baby you cry (Babyyyy) When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) If I was a pastor I'd preach for ya girl, If I was a hand then I'd reach for ya girl, Grab a broom and sweep the streets for ya girl, Become the President and get in peace for ya girl, I keep having these visions in my mind, No since, no reason, no rhyme, Schizophrenia is hard to define, Life's a mountain for you,I'm ready to climb, Become the sun for you I shine, Much more than all your other guys combined, So you can tell them all to wait in line, Coz a crime of passions still a crime, Life ain't a movie girl you cant rewind, But I play any role just to make you mine, Even in the mirror you're one of a kind, And I don't need nobody else to co-sign, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like (o o oh o) You know (Ohh oh) How love goes Say it again When I cry baby you cry (Woo woo wo ow) When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) Take it to the bridge, There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do, I cook and clean when it comes to you, I keep it locked don't ever fear, When it comes to my man imma be right here, Keep it hustle when times are tough, Never left me stranded it was all about us, Kept coming home, Kept running strong, This love is meant to be life long, Life is good when it's me and you together, And when there's drama then imma do what ever, Keep you warm in the stormy cold weather, Leave you broken and lonely Oh never, Every work that I say is so clever, When you feel it in your heart it gets you much wetter, I am the original go getter, I don't waste time fronting I go get her, Stare at the devil and won't blink for ya girl, Change the way that I think for ya girl, Put it on paper waste the ink for ya girl, Walk through the dessert without a drink for ya girl, Central booking, rock pink for ya girl, Step in quicksand and sink for ya girl, Whatever the obstacle imma leap for ya girl, End my life and go to sleep for ya girl, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like (Yeahh) You know you know (Ohh oh) How love goes When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) |
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from LL Cool J - Exit 13 (2008)
L L an.... lil mo yeahh.. yeahh... yeahhh....ohh oh When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby, it's like You know, ohh oh How love goes, say it again When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Now give it to em) How ever it go I'm going out for ya girl, If I'm a stick up kid I'm pullin' out for ya girl, If I was hustling I'd pump coke for ya girl, If I was a dred then I'd smoke for ya girl, I play captain,rock the boat for ya girl, I play martin and bring hope to ya girl, When I was away look how I wrote to ya girl, Wasn't I polite when I spoke to ya girl, Tricked on you cop that coke for you girl, I'd do anything but go broke for ya girl, Since I'm a rapper I wrote a song for ya girl, Since I'm a gun clapper I keep it warm for ya girl, Lift some weights and keep it hard for ya girl, Sunday morning pray to God for you girl, If that don't work catch a charge for ya girl, Or flip some bars become a star for ya girl, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like You know ohh oh How love goes Come on say it again When I cry baby you cry (Babyyyy) When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) If I was a pastor I'd preach for ya girl, If I was a hand then I'd reach for ya girl, Grab a broom and sweep the streets for ya girl, Become the President and get in peace for ya girl, I keep having these visions in my mind, No since, no reason, no rhyme, Schizophrenia is hard to define, Life's a mountain for you,I'm ready to climb, Become the sun for you I shine, Much more than all your other guys combined, So you can tell them all to wait in line, Coz a crime of passions still a crime, Life ain't a movie girl you cant rewind, But I play any role just to make you mine, Even in the mirror you're one of a kind, And I don't need nobody else to co-sign, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like (o o oh o) You know (Ohh oh) How love goes Say it again When I cry baby you cry (Woo woo wo ow) When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) Take it to the bridge, There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do, I cook and clean when it comes to you, I keep it locked don't ever fear, When it comes to my man imma be right here, Keep it hustle when times are tough, Never left me stranded it was all about us, Kept coming home, Kept running strong, This love is meant to be life long, Life is good when it's me and you together, And when there's drama then imma do what ever, Keep you warm in the stormy cold weather, Leave you broken and lonely Oh never, Every work that I say is so clever, When you feel it in your heart it gets you much wetter, I am the original go getter, I don't waste time fronting I go get her, Stare at the devil and won't blink for ya girl, Change the way that I think for ya girl, Put it on paper waste the ink for ya girl, Walk through the dessert without a drink for ya girl, Central booking, rock pink for ya girl, Step in quicksand and sink for ya girl, Whatever the obstacle imma leap for ya girl, End my life and go to sleep for ya girl, When I cry baby, you cry (You cry) When we cry baby, it's like (Yeahh) You know you know (Ohh oh) How love goes When I cry baby you cry When we cry baby it's like (Yeahhh) You know (Ohh oh) how love goes (Just how love goes) |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts Aim a lot of cool projects not photography Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography The al virtual also makes his return All adversaries should be concerned LL Cool J is back again Let me allow to duce you to my friend Cut-Creator He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave English revision he endour any collision Like a searcher with a scapal, he'll make the head decision As for me I'll annihilate, eggs, I'll let's 'em communicate you from rappin' and my s are the best Slow down the rap but not the subject matter All you sucker DJ's will scatter Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy The real helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name The boys' so nice, my boat is your strain You could re-arrange but you don't have the brains to arrange scratch-padders for the audio change Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous "I Need A Beat" - cut and scratched Yeah I made it, don't look astonished I had to remind you of what I've acomplished My scenario, four-door stereo Up-bein' beat, zero is the ratio Cut-Creator, LL Cool J Say: "Ole", to what we just played Rappers who don't evade instead we invade and all competitors will be slayed Any comment is a compliment No groups' talent can be the equivalent of mine and his combined Total harmony between the cuts and the rhyme So why listen the greats by the deaf of the bass Takin' out every sucker, DJin' the place A performance underated, it's not narrated So Cut-Creators social statics can't be alleviated He's dangerous Demolishin' DJ's in under a second I called an old phrase from my last record The beat alleviates, the scratch excells Except I came hear to raise some hell Searchin' up sykes and cuts like the blade He the scuser dry-smudge and make Coolay I drink at steady, the record turns many Instead of a needle, he uses a machette He scuffs the bars a-get you involved as the record revolves DJ's dissolve, usually, physically, mentally he's an innovator, greator, Cut-Creator is on the cross-fader Sometime I gotta check what I invest All Farmers Boulevard is where I rest I'm numero uno, amigo with an ego Such palms kill a France, say: En Italiano The mouth protects and I'll inject into your ears a new concept cuts soon in silence to be unfair to the Cool J phenomena, all must hail I'm dangerous |
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from Kasabian - Days Are Forgotten [single] (2011)
Hey son, I'm looking forward
You're leaning backwards of this I'm sure Have you had enough? Are you feeling rough? Does your skull hurt? Well if it's warm Cos I am taking back what's mine, I am taking back the time You may call it suicide but I'm being born again, I'm waiting Aaaahh, I'm waiting, aaaahahahahaaa, right here now, I'm waiting For someone or something to take me, to take me over Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over simply forgotten, hail to the cypriot Home bred, I've got blood lust Feeding you bread crust, I leave no scar You say I'm old hat, a f**king dirty rat Call me a cliche how right you are Cos I am flipping bag of bones, I am righting all your wrongs You may call it suicide but I'm being born again, I'm waiting Aaaahh, I'm waiting, aaaahahahahaaa, right here now, I'm waiting For someone or something to take me to take me over Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over simply forgotten, hail to the cypriot Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over simply forgotten, hail to the cypriot I saw something, I get on the dark, it's the You was at home chewing on monkey brains I am out her, I'm just a silhouette You will never ever ever forget Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over simply forgotten, hail to the cypriot Days, days are forgotten Now it's all over simply forgotten, hail to the cypriot |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
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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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[Intro: LL Cool J]
Yeah, yeah, checkin' 'em out Special shout-out, keepin' on Check it out y'all, my man in the house... [LL Cool J] Corkunrun absolute killer of all Take her blood, bouncin' heads like balls Murderer, somethin' mutilater of Amiga I get ill, so blood spills, everytime I speak Drivin' Bombs that inveterate your ego Suckers all weird, no let the best go migo They talk and talk, I invade and take over Forget Mako, you gonna need a make-over I'm ferocious, animalistic, an animal On the mic - I'm a cannibal I eat livers, hearts, legs and arms They crown me the King of doin' nothin' but harm I'm two with the Universe and I'ma make you diverse, make I kill quick, so you'll win from crew to hers I'ma Titan, keepin' you frightened I went to the Motherland, so now I'm enlightened There's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] For bow-take to far cynical of Egypt Cool J I'm slay and I'm fully equipped to decapatate, amputate and take titles The legend of leather, I'ma real live idol Damn I take souls, condemn we men and make microphones men again and again Cause, I'm blood thirsty watch and try to curse me You'll lose the battle even if you out re-hearsed me I'ma rip holes watch heads roll, like a mole when I'm strollin' with my neck on a goal My battles' like a blackout, you can't back out Only difference, no time to feel a track out It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] So come forward, admit you're guilty Admit that your thoughts of New Jack killed me Admit you were sleepin' on the skills of L Now know that I handle mine, very well I burn buildings, eat emcee's Smack DJ's and tell the seated girls please They try to jam hard, but I'ma fan God And they could never get a piece of the man Todd King Posse ruler and high roller You losin' it son, your games' gettin' colder It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] I'm a Monar, the Warlord of life the eliminator, and I'ma score tonight Somethin' like Murley, but it goes much deeper Now just another rapper with a chain and a beeper One sample is ample, four emcees'll get trampled Bein' absent from God, I'ma give you sample My vocabulary's legendary, my rumpy your temporary So what your name in the bituary Step back the conquerer spreads his wings Kindergarten rappers, I'm back to change things I rock the clearest, one hell of a learer Since I can't miss and I'm kinda like a chemist When I put a potion together it's splendid and fatal You can never make a move on me cause you're still premado Grip the mic tight sometimes I get calasis And when I'm through you face baralysis I'm gettin' thinner, watch me eat dinner I'm down to skinner beginner to be a winner It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] Who gets the roughest, you know the answer You're a dandelion, I'm a panther When I pick up the mic, as my fist see mo' King of Rackadochio, I'm magnifigo When I rock, hearts roll on and walk bad Cause I know it's makes the face-sucker-ducks mad I came back to smack wifes and pull cards Introducin' the original Todd Just like a bloodhound but I got this spellbound Your rhymes are snowbound and I can throwdown I'm like a thundercloud, I drop heavy Hold steady, get ready, your petti confetti Techniques and styles - they ain't ready Ah, ah, yeah - full of horsepower and I'ma devour Stay clean when I scream you're soft las cauliflower I set the track and record you like a brown mouse Then flick and do a Bruce Lee 'roundhouse No threat exist, no man can stand say mic check and expect to take the man [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland, uh |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Young people, with no education, politicians, deny and segregation Young infants, deserted and abandoned Step parents, lack in understandin' Homelessness, all across the land, war, man against man Treachery and evil fillin' our communities and all these hypocrites, aiyyo, they're stealin' from our charities Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down LL Cool J Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Many poisonous chemicals and (uh) boom! Many devilish goals are up (uh) soon! No love where loves' ya dwell in Mother-earth transformed into hell an' Ice, murders, conspiracy and (uh) schemes! Young boys will reveal their, dreams! Handguns in the hands of the young and diss all this paranoia, yo, there's much slugs for everyone Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We need to rise (rise), as if we live with our eyes (eyes) Stay away from the hate (hate), before it's too late (before it's too late) We go ah... Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We gotta rise... |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001)
(feat. LL Cool J, Scarface)
[LL Cool J] Uhh, uhh.. yeah See I know how to get down, word up It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic Smoke 'til your lungs collapse You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at? So ironic, L came back Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall Holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it Show me a nigga who can do like I do Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh? Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political The baddest man on the planet So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again As sure I am the descendant of former slaves I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged God, and no man's above it, gotta love it [Chorus: LL, Erick] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Erick Sermon] Uhh, E Dub on the microphone Droppin bombs - spots get blown So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room Cause they suck, and that's how I feel I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel So next time he know, how the real feel Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman My track record is out there, gone E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?) I'm known for the dome bangers Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga) J, never heard it spit this way, hey [Chorus: LL, Scarface] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right) DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Scarface] You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer You switched from the raw to a chart climber And now your shit is blowin out the stores And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but Count - (two, three, and, four) Your records ain't sellin no more And damn - you done spent your money galore Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh) Tryin to keep up with the trendy Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day And your next tape you can't give it away, but hey I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses Everything you see me I owns it I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years So let's get, that, clear You might have sold a few more tapes, but Realistically, are you that great? (nah) Can't get respect but I done paid dues Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude I've been the same nigga since I came through Do-re-mi too, damn fool! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot Verse One: [LL Cool J] It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny Conventional methods of makin love kinda bore me I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks off Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft [LeShaun] I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain [LL Cool J] So what cha sayin, I get my swerve on, bring it live Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tight [LeShaun] Mmm... daddy slow down your flow Put it on me like G baby nice and slow I need a rough neck nigga Mandingo in a sec Who ain't afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back [LL Cool J] No doubt, I'm the playa that you're talkin about [LeShaun] But do you really think that you can work it out [LL Cool J] I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out Here comes the man of steel Chorus: LeShaun, LL Cool J [LeShaun] Doin it and doin it and doin it well (3X) [LL Cool J] I respresent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn {repeat 2x} Verse Two: [LL Cool J] I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot To hit now, get down [LeShaun] Damn my lover dig down, you use a rubber? [LL Cool J] Damn right [LeShaun] You are my lover [LL Cool J] All night [LeShaun] The putty good to you? Word to momma [LL Cool J] Man tight The only thing left to do is climax Let's make it last [LeShaun] Word we ain't goin out like that All this time you've been telling that you was a Don [LL Cool J] I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen Now let's get it on [LeShaun] Mmm, baby wow, don't do that Chill wait a minute baby let me please your back [LL Cool J] You talk a good one shorty now you're makin me sweat How a live nigga like it girl? [LeShaun] Nice and wet We get it on To The Break of Dawn, damn you're large How a big girl like it Daddy? [LL Cool J] Nice and hard Safe sexin it, flexin it, gettin that affectionate Chewin it, doin it, all while we're doin it Chorus (repeat 2X) Verse Three: [LL Cool J] Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way [LeShaun] Make it hot [LL Cool J] Schemin on the ass since the first day [LeShaun] Don't stop Damn I love it when you talk like that Make it bounce sugar [LL Cool J] Long as you can bounce me back More flesh than the Greek Fest [LeShaun] Roll up the sess [LL Cool J] Pass the Hennessee [LeShaun] Put my body to the test Way way back many niggaz ago I was a young girl listening to how you flow Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown From the back, from the side [LL Cool J] Right, I'm in the zone One of a kind when it's time to do mine Camcorder and the whole shit [LeShaun] Press rewind Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L Layin back in the cut while we're under the spell [LL Cool J] Word life, I like the way the F went down Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown We'll be Chorus (repeat 3X) |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
[LL Cool J]
It's been a long time People change I missed you Word up I used to always think about you Even though sometimes I see you And I try to ignore you Deep inside I was thinkin' about you What do you think [Verse 1: Tamia, LL Cool J] You are my life I have to go on Havin' me any way you want me baby Just love me til the tension's gone And don't you come too soon I'm patient I never come too soon When I kissed you you said it was the same old tune But I missed you my life was filled with gloom I was hopeless sittin' in an empty room When you re-appeared I was back in the mix I put the key up in the lock cause true love fixed All the drama got to stop baby no more tricks My broken heart was addicted but now it's fixed And I cherish you forever believe me you You's a priceless treasure from my point of view It took time to change I'll admit that My back in the days love I had to get back [Chorus: Tamia] You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late And don't you come too soon (never that) [Verse 2: LL Cool J] I never thought that I would ever lay beside you again Tastin' every inch plus being your friend Romantic nights with shootin' stars and full moons Kiss the rose better til it come full bloom Can you feel it passions overflows in waves Keep it steady providin' everything you crave Now you ready I like that my love you save I love it when a bad girl agrees to behave It's the motion that makes your love affair complete But devotion makes it all twice as sweet Back together reunited bonded once more Before I was hesitant but now I'm sure [Chorus: x2] [LL Cool J] Well now you know how I feel And I definitely know how you feel Word up I'm feelin' this Word up Cause wit' you by my side I'm a take it to the top yeah |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
[LL Cool J]
Uhh, yeah (si papi.. uhh, uh-huh) Uh-huh (I see you papi, si) I was in Madrid yo Had this hot club shootin my video They was burnin up the floor to that reggaeton Start to bailando soon as they put the record on I was sweatin like a bullfighting matador It was the sexiest scene that I ever saw (La fiesta, tu mi a fuego) But I was still cool in my light blue Kangol I met this girl, she was off the chain yo Cooley head model from San Diego Father was from Trinidad, Tobago Mother was from Rio, de Janeiro She said please don't think I'm crazy But I've been in love with you since the 80's {?} cansando baby Have you ever been with a latin lady [Chorus] Uhh, she said there's one thing you should know (Just here to find to numero uno) Uh-huh (and I'll do anything to prove it) (If I can get wit'cha) Uhh, she said there's one thing you should know (Just here to find to numero uno) Uh-huh (and it's on, one shot will do it) (If I can get wit'cha) [LL Cool J] She said I wanna get wit'cha I'm talkin more than an autograph and picture (Tu quiere, benita mi casa) I mumbled to myself, she's a monster She said (yo no se lo que no habla) Don't worry 'bout it lil' mama nada The chemistry and energy was gettin hotter This ain't like me but I feel like I gotta She started movin near me Whispered in my ear so I could hear more clearly Said grab my waist and look in the mirror Then started windin it like Shakira All that shakin and belly dancin I was goin under, I ain't stand a chance man If I do this, will I love it or regret it Tempted and I don't know where this is headed [Chorus] [LL Cool J] (Wit'cha, wit'cha) Uhh (uhh) Yeah (si papi, uhh) (If I can get wit'cha) (Si papi, si) Uh-huh (Papi) If I can't get wit'cha Then she kept beggin sayin let's go Pullin on my arm, wouldn't let go Rubbin my face, kissin my neck slow When we do it say hablando como {?} She said (ooh papi te quiero mucho) (I love you better than any woman you know) Just then my lady hit my cell phone I'll let y'all figure out the rest yo [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Bring on the mo's and ho's Don't snooze or doze Cause I'm rippin up shows Hold your nose, dead bodies are around I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown I write |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
(Sip somethin) Uhh, sip somethin (Sip somethin) I wouldn't drink that, if I was you [Chorus] + (LL Cool J) With every sip of my drink (uhh) I get a little bit closer (uh-huh) And when I'm tryin to re-think (yeah) I can't really get focused (uh, uh) I wasn't tryin to be mean I can see that it's hopeless (uhh) Cause your persistance overpowers me I know you rollin out with me [Verse 1] I was stayin at the Shore Club, leanin in the red room Seen this tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes Big bottles and models and poom-pooms Surroundin my table, watchin me like cable My Dolce hat was low, Versace shades Had the Prada shoes on cause the world is a stage Lah-lah in the air, it's a sky bar affair The glamorous life, I had my glass in the air When my eyes connected with somethin real real nice Like she finished her drink and started chewin on my ice Her smile was bananas, teeth was pearly white That's when I realized it'll be a long night The vibe was right, she was laced in all white Her French manicure traced the crown on my mic You ever try to focus, resist with all your might But every sip you take pulls you deeper in the hype [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [Verse 2] I'm talkin tan lines, belly rings and things DJ rubbin my thing, makin my head swing All the honies was schemin .. Cause the rocks in my ears was gleamin, oh God I must be dreamin My vision was blurry, the party was rockin The tools was knockin, honey wanna get it poppin Try my best to chill, she was fresh out of Brazil People was walkin by makin our drinks filled What would you do, if you was a Don in a position to wild out with a Brazilian blonde? Or maybe you a honey and it's hard to keep calm Cause you sippin on somethin and homeboy's the bomb You dancin in your seat, and singin along And every sip makes you feel like you need to perform The party is packed, it's just a little too warm But you take another sip to prove that you strong [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [LL] Take it to the bridge [Interlude] + (LL Cool J) I can't call it, I can't tell Honestly, I'm drunk as hell (uh-huh) And me, I can not believeeeee (lay back baby) This night out is windin down (uhh) You keep buyin all these rounds for meeeeee (aww man) I know what you want from me (yeah) I know what you want [Chorus] - repeat 2X (w/ different ad libs) [Outro] + (LL Cool J) Rollin out with me (roll out) Rollin out with me (uhh, roll out) Roll out (roll out) Yeahhh (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out, yeah) (Yo Timbo! Bar's on you baby, hahahaha) (YEAH!) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Don't you knowwwwww, don't you knowwwww..
See this is worldwide baby "That it's wrong.." Germany, Italy.. France, Japan "To take what is given.." Many foreign lands.. Talkin bout {HA!} Queens I'm talkin bout, Brooklyn I'm talkin bout, Uptown I'm talkin bout, downtown Oh y'all with this too {HA!} Jerz! The girl like, Strong Isle (oh they wild) The girl like, Connecticut Yo they get them, they need to get more shoutouts up there, word up "To take what is given.." {HA!} [LL Cool J] Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {HA!} She was young, too wild without a curfew {HA!} Smile I hurt you, had me goin berzerk too I'm guaranteein she'll be leanin in the coupe Fiendin for your loot, little demon schemin for Tiffany hoops {HA!} Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin her hair The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped Body sick, she never played fair, yeah {HA!} Far from classy, walk real nasty Talk real sassy, why you frontin? Come smash me I can't do it baby-girl, your man might blast me for {HA!} I can't die for American Pie Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's {HA!} No surprise, your pipe will rise Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with {HA!} Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by {HA!} Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah {FA HA!} Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles I guess your motto is I'm a desperado Leave {HA!} alone, end up like Castellano Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano It's easy, child barely an Italiano But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel [Chorus] {HA!} No honey can set your body on fire like {HA!} Make you wanna get higher and higher with {HA!} Put your muder game down so you can buy it for {HA!} Street dreams, you gon' hustle and retire with {HA!} Walk in the crib, filled with desire for {HA!} SL, the rims and the tires for {HA!} Third strike, and all of your priors for {HA!} Gave up your whole empire for {FA HA!} [LL Cool J] She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, 'til it's too late You wanna time travel and re-do it, but wait You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates Damn, all because you and {HA!} had an early date Close your eyes, recognize, visualize What's the real reason you really freezin them pies, huh? {HA!} Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs Got you subconciously contemplatin suicide Shoulda learned, remember how your man died? {HA!} Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for {HA!} Multiple homicides, takin lives for {HA!} He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside {HA!} Check one-two, I select a few jewels for those of you, who are still confused She's an obstacle, hot and tropical Fatty so rockable, that anything's possible with {HA!} [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Cheese fantasies, dodgin the D's to please {HA!} Livin life on a flyin trapeze to keep {HA!} Who's the one you want? {HA!} Who you wanna flaunt? {HA!} She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want? {FA HA!} Why you sell drugs? {HA!} Why you a thug? {HA!} Why do fools always seem to fall in love with {HA!} More advances than technology Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for {HA!} But they can't so they kill for Grants Smuggle iron in the party, pop {ex} for hot sex with {HA!} Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion Instant gratifacation oozin Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress Spilt game relentless, I had to represent Miss {HA!} [Chorus] - repeat 2X (skips at start of second repeat) [LL Cool J] Yeah, oh yeah {HA!} It's my 10th album, ha ha {HA!} Heh, and you don't stop {HA!} I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah {HA!} And you won't stop, knahmean? {HA!} 10 baby {HA!} Easy "To take what is given.." We right baby, huh |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL (Tikki)]
(Right now) I'm bout to show you how it's done, you can (Shut down) Yo, my uzi weights a ton, you can (Beat down) And you can pump it in your system till it (Blow out) Whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to (Smack up) Anybody who front like he (Hardcore) Don't he know I stay raw? This is (LL) Competetion, they fell because I (Do this) Bringing drama and truth cuz I don't (Play that) And I be reepin up cash since (Way back) Put your honey on my lap and make her (Heat up) Got her beggin me to beat it up (Raw dog) Throw your wacky on the floor, straight (Kill that) Have her garglin nuts until I (Spill that) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You wanna battle? Set it off baby (Come on) Come one, Come on, Come on [Hook] (F) because my flavor's the best (A) I get my hustle off all day (R) Reck my block, knee all far (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man (E) Big up to my nigga E Love (R) Keep the ill rims on the car (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers (What) Farmers (What) (Murder) Little niggas gettin money on the (Hot block) He got the chrome shit spinnin up on (Linden) Look at the ice and leather, the way it (Blendin) Pass the spit hot Linden from here to (Mary) You think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever (Here it) And when it comes to this I'm not a (Soldier) I'm a General crack King (I told ya) I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga (What now) Tell your man step up, then watch he (Go down) Game one, do or die like (Bedside) Nobody even comin close, nigga (Why try) From the Bronx to Shaolin to (Uptown) Like Buckshot said nigga (Duck down) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You know I'm goin out nigga (Come on) Come on, Come one, Come on [Hook] Na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (No doubt) I'll take your block and air it out, stay (Ice out) Me and my man, Little Sharp in the (Double R) Whole block, lined up wit all the (Hot cars) Nigga, never be afraid you gotta (Get paid) No matter what I do, I keep it (Sexy) Me and my team spendin cream on the (Club scene) On Performance Boulevard out in (Killa Queens) This joint knocked in the tunnel bout (One o'clock) They like them raw, not the watered down (Hip Hop) The broad money and alah zay it (Don't Stop) Niggas stumblin and fallin off a (Head Ride) When I'm goin to Bedshaw (Remember me) I'm the greast Em Cee there could (Ever be) You better call Def Jam, and tell 'em (Hold on) Cuz another major label told me (Come on) Come on, Come on, Come on [Hook |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
(Hey man, don't you realize In order for us to make this thing work, man We've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?) Ba-ha-ha-ha... Yes, yes, y'all Ah, ah That's funky Yeah Hey yo, Marley, man Yo, what's up, man? Hey yo, man You know We was gettin busy on the album everyday We been gettin funky, but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers Knowmsayin? Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some of them early MC's You used to be kickin it with back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet But first I gotta like introduce it Youknowmsayin? Aight, kick it...Back in the days, before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man Talkin bout big money and future plans I always told the brothers, if I got a contract When the money started flowin, I'd be back To do a jam, against all odds Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Boulevard Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb explosion Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp-ass claws, and I break all laws In a while all jaws, cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved (Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk Or walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sport Football, soccer, whatever you savour You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor Ha! L'll have you breakin locks I'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for years No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears 'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers On the Boulevard Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here Hey yo, hey yo Hey yo Uncle L, let's go... Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip Yo, what's up, man Kick a little somethin Kick out the can and slam Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up And the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-up Some step aside, but a few play me close Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried And the fool who wants to deal with another dose I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose Farmers Boulevard, the place Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to Leatherface Smokin MC's in an instant At my side bustin caps is T-Boogie, my assistant Throw that speaker in the trash Why's that? Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash Big Money Grip makin you get up Farmers Crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up Yo, yo, yo It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man Yo, what's up Hi C... Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme More than a line on time, because I'm gettin mine Never underestimate the skill of a great one The Boulevard Lord, shorts, never take none Another funky rapper from around the way Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past Any punks on the block, yo, never could last And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag (One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag) Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo It's kinda funky out here Yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I was - Yo, what's up? [ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man Youknowmsayin? Farmers Boulevard, baby Yo, I was kinda - I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it But yo, L Won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people, aight? Aight, let me sum this up Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we're from Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get none F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test Marley Marl in the background doin the rest Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato Get up out my face before I play you like Play-Doh I did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers BoulevardKeep on (Farmers Boulevard) To the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all Yes, yes, y'all You don't stop |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah Funky! Uh Yeah Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her face belongs on a dollar bill Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-B Drivin around in a 300e Trunk jewelry and all that Talkin bout, "My man can't fall black!" Sippin on cham', diamonds on her hand Takin cash, carryin drugs for her man Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta Under the seat a automatic beretta You know, the whole blase blah of rap Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap That's the type of girl she is Word to Miz, she got the full length blue fox, knock you out the box Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes The type of girl that cold did son wrong She got the face that you wanna spend money on Her man be smackin her up Yeah, backin her up to the wall, get undressed, where you goin? You ain't playin me out with that hoein Look in the mirror, check the jewels Silly rabbit, you know the rules But he had to leave on another deal So she's out there with sex appeal It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin outside, tellin her homegirls, we can do the do, with who-ever we want to cause we're the fly girl crew Not knowin her man messed up the money Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny Went in a disco, came outside Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride She had to pay for her man's mistakes They shot her in the head That's the breaks |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
so help me God I just felt like telling the story of my life felt like maybe somebody could be inspired we all feel pain we all go through things but it's time to overcome all that if your plane crashed in the water and everybody died would you drown on purpose or try to survive I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move they called me a cripple pops caught an attitude beat my moms, smoked la, drove trucks my moms had a miscarraige he didn't give a fuck he sniffed some coke come home beat up on my moms cause she's talkin' on the phone come on: all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father that's all all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father moms got tired of the beatings said yo we got to go packed up her bags we bounced out the do' she said I ain't takin' these whippin's no mo' I wanna live to see my little Todd grow I remember tear drops on my pops face lookin' down at me standing on the staircase handsome brova with a smooth goatee makes me wonder why he act so ugly you feeling me my pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced swigged some Jack Dans' and sniffed up an ounce grabbed the shotty left Long Isle for Queens possesed by a demon a devil it seemed I was too young to understand the risk when your moms come home off the midnight shift she turned around heard the shotgun click my pops said you think that you could leave me he blasted my moms in the back she fell down screamin' I can't forget that my grandfather tried to close the do' he got shot ten times in the stomach yo for real my head was spinning I had never seen blood four years old this don't feel like love any way pops dissapeared grandpops and moms healed up over the years this therapist got up in her head led her to beleive without him she'd be dead you know they fell in love with one another everything seemed right that's word to mother until I started gettin' beatings everyday sometimes for going outside to play late at night on my knees I pray young child wishing the pain would go away dad where was you when he made me strip beat with belts like a slave with a whip kicked me down steps outside in the snow punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo' that's just the tip of the iceberg look it's too long for a song but perfect for a book word is bond that's real baby |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[LL Cool J] Uh-huh, eh-heh Lay back on this one (yeah, you know how I do baby) You only a customer When you walkin in the presence of hust-lers Uhh, I'm laid back in the cinnamon Range Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls You can taste it, my instict's basic Lord have mercy, sweet like Hershey Kisses, diamonds for the misses, ices on the wrist-es All different colors of the spectrum The smallest flaw and I reject 'em Believe me I'm a conniseur when I inspect 'em I baguettes them, invisibly sets them They call me big L-ly Wonka from Compton to Yonkers Them Chi-Town steppers and them A-Town stompers These young rookies, fail to understand Every summer I return like the ice cream man Drop what you doin, get-it get-it while you can By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's You know what I do, drive your tastebuds crazy [Chorus: Mary J. Blige + (LL)] Like lemondrops with chocolate kisses Every bite is more delicious My favorite flavor (Mix me and you and we can't go wrong) Like caramel on vanilla sundae Have a scoop you'll want some day Cause you're my favorite flavor (C'mon, baby baby c'mon) c'mon [LL Cool J] My flavor's unreal Smooth but hard like woodgrain on the wheel Recline your seat baby, enjoy how it feel Why you crossin your legs, them high heels of eel? Kick off your shoes, run your toes on the dash Now peel off your stockings, c'mon let's get it poppin I'm in the mood for cotton, candy and I'm plottin to see you in somethin silky and see-through Me too! Man you know how we do Camcorder main feature, damn a preview I love how the bottom on your body's EQ Low but thick though like the base in a six-fo' So here we go (here we go) we bunny hoppin I hit the switches baby, you keep it droppin It feels marvelous, you in charge of this I hope you ain't heartless but my guard's now regardless [Chorus] [Mary J. Blige + (LL)] (Uhh) All I wanna do Is eat you up cause you look so good (Think I look alright huh?) (I look better on you, what'chu really wanna do?) All I wanna do Is show you boy that I taste good too (I know you taste good ma) (What'chu sayin, want a sprinkle of the hood ha? Ha?) [LL Cool J] We had it out Now tell your girls the truth when they ask what I'm about The cookies and the cream and the peaches 'n praline Butter pecan themes in your daydreams All real sugar, no sacca-rhine Low calorie leave no cavities Guaranteed no place you'd rather be Than here with me, mix chocolate in the factory [Chorus] [Mary] Ba-bee |
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