LL Cool J [가수, 영화배우]

The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast
And witness the force I'm about to release
You'll rock!!
I'm a professional producer of hip-hop songs
In case you're unaware my beats are always strong
I'll exterminate your crew if I don't like you
with one rhyme I subdue my adversaries are through
I'm the best, fascinatin' my names' Cool J
I'm the royalty of rap, what else can I say
Experienced, rhyme skilled, plus my voice isn't waxed
Funky fresh party rocker, so let's face facts
I'll dust a rapper off if I require practice
Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus
Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times
Composition technican with the b-boy's mind
Terrorizin' emcee's instructions in my path
Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph
I'm the mic dominater, best of all times
And you ain't heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme
You'll rock!!
Now I'ma tell you the mean behind the scratchin' sounds
He's Cut-Creator - Philly-Philly as the DJ crown
Me and him are imitatin' but never underatin'
My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated
The mission ain't complete without the use of his hands
He makes my rhymes so fresher, my beat expands
So I'll like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him
A Five Man Crew, me and him will defeat them
He'll scratch and wipe out all foes
Turntable terrorizin' and I think you should know
That were - high calibered and my names' J
And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day
To ring this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer
I hav

He man, I've seen ya, think ya rockin' it on the floor...
You look like a moron! Who let you in the door?
To put the question bluntly: maybe your feet's deformed.
They should slap you in the teeth when you put your dancing shoes on.
You can't dance!
Why don't you just nail your feet to the floor?
Homeboy, what's the use?
Anytime you wanna step aside a party,
first think of an excuse.
You dance like a fat old lady
not sayin' that fat old ladies ain't nice,
but every time you try to get one move right.
the old lady then did it twice.
You can't dance!
You've been a dancing disco disaster,
the worst I ever saw.
They should dropkick you on the neck
and drag you off the floor.
In every discotheque, I see you there
in the middle of the crowd,
looking like you got eight or nine left feet dragging all around.
You can't dance!
Take my advice, don't move!
You'll never get the knack.
If I danced like you I'd sneak out the party
and wouldn't be coming back.
On the floor you're a dinosaur, yeah boy, that's how you move.
You look like Ralph Cramden(?) or a Donald Duck cartoon.
You can't dance!
You wanna come to my party?
I wouldn't give you a chance.
You tried to take breakdance lessons,
ended up in an ambulance.
Wouldn't it be funny if they put you on solid gold?
You dance like you got arthritis already,
what'll happen when you get old?
You can't dance!
Why are you so stiff?
Is it something that your mother did?
Maybe you grew up around "can't dance" people
when you were a "can't dance" kid.
You live in a "can't dance" house,
went out in a "can't dance" car,
your

oh, y'all wanna go to the nineties?
y'all wanna go retro?
that's what we doin?
oh that's one of my specialties

(get busy y'all)
you better watch me x4

lets get it poppin
they like this boy rotten
im like i better pick ? then pick cotton
and sometimes gotta see cats to blow
i was blessed with that 20/20 vision fa sho
see its 20 mil a year 20 years in a row
first 20 mil came when i was 20 years old
i average right around 20% on my dough
fast farward 20 years then compare my flow
difference is i own mine and you still owe
slackin in your mackin cant save a hoe-
spekulatin at the bar over mohetoe
like i betchya l fall off (oh no he won't)
so i so spit better (oh no he don't)
under 20 ass 50 if you feelin to go ?
over 30 ass rock him i ain't no joke
im dirty his jaws drop off wicked and went ?

(get busy y'all)
you better watch me x4

still bangin both - still hangin
look like a - thank got its still rainin
?????????????
i'm light on my feet, you can't judge me by the weigh-in
its hard to grasp some of the shit i be sayin
it flys over your head like a second string is
you cant comprehend me ---??????
you couldnt place a decimal on the paper im makin
fly man cant appreciate on castles creation
----??? no wonder y'all keep hatin
is L really ? young boy's debatin'
you play johnny ? i'll keep on cakin'
you can't compare me to them line for line
im beyond that i represent ? of time
classic my style can't be defined
i'll be relavent forever, get it through your mind
just watch me

(get busy y'all)
you better watch me x4

(i see you)
two steppin in the club
with my L in the air
and a bottle of bub
(i see you)
two steppin in the club
with my L in the air
and a bottle of bub
(i see you)
two steppin in the club
with my L in the air
and a bottle of bub
(i see you)
two steppin in the club
with my L in the air
and a bottle of bub
(i see you)

back on the scene
back reppin queens
turnin def jam back into a marketing machine
now we talkin autographs, cheers and laughs
i got interns tellin niggas kiss they ass
cause we back on top
aint nobody this high
just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha)
i thought i told ya that we don't top
tell all them sucka MC's jump on the jock
and watch me

(get busy y'all)
you better watch me x4
i see you homie

L's up x3
put ya L's up
come on
L's up x3
put ya L's up
come on
L's up x3
put ya L's up
come on
L's up x3
put ya L's up
come on, yeah

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
Oh, y'all wanna go to the nineties?
Y'all wanna go retro?
That's what we doin?
Oh that's one of my specialties

<i>[Chorus]</i>
(get busy y'all)
You better watch me <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
Let's get it poppin
They like this boy rotten
I'm like I better pick ? then pick cotton
And sometimes gotta see cats to blow
I was blessed with that 20/20 vision fa sho
See its 20 mil a year 20 years in a row
First 20 mil came when i was 20 years old
I average right around 20% on my dough
Fast farward 20 years then compare my flow
Difference is i own mine and you still owe
Slackin in your mackin cant save a hoe
Spekulatin at the bar over mohetoe
Like I betchya fall off, oh no he won't
So I so spit better, oh no he don't
Under 20 ass 50 if you feelin to go
Over 30 ass Rakim i ain't no joke
I'm dirty his jaws drop off wicked and went

<i>[Chorus]</i>
(get busy y'all)
You better watch me <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
Still bangin both, still hangin
Look like a - thank got its still rainin
I'm light on my feet, you can't judge me by the weigh-in
I'ts hard to grasp some of the shit i be sayin
It flys over your head like a second string is
You can't comprehend me
You couldnt place a decimal on the paper im makin
Fly man cant appreciate on castles creation
No wonder y'all keep hatin
Is L really ? young boy's debatin'
You play johnny ? I'll keep on cakin'
You can't compare me to them line for line
I'm beyond that I represent ? of time
Classic my style can't be defined
I'll be relavent forever, get it through your mind
Just watch me

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Bridge]</i>
(I see you)
Two steppin in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
Back on the scene, back reppin queens
Turnin Def Jam back into a marketing machine
Now we talkin autographs, cheers and laughs
I got interns tellin niggas kiss they ass
Cause we back on top, ain't nobody this high
Just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha)
I thought i told ya that we don't top
Tell all them sucka MC's jump on the jock
And watch me

L's up <i>[x3]</i>
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up <i>[x3]</i>
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up <i>[x3]</i>
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up <i>[x3]</i>
Put ya L's up
Come on, yeah

You And Me


Yeah, uh-uh {Hoo...}
Word up
And this here New York City {Mmm...ha...}
Word up {Take me away, baby}
Uh-uh-uh-uh

Damn, you and your man had beef
So he left you uptown, teary-eyed on a back street
For me to scoop up in a Bentley drop
Long as God hold me down, you know I had to stop
What the deal, ma, you wanna use my cell
You runnin’ solo, this block foul as hell
You said, "My ex be beatin’ on me
He mad jealous, even though he be cheatin’ on me," mmm
I said, "Miss, let me tell you somethin’
‘Bout who’s makin’ major moves and who’s frontin’, huh
Who’s talkin’ loud but ain’t sayin’ nothin’
And those who hit the one they wanna keep frontin’
He don’t appreciate the well till it run dry
Love is blind, it’s hard to say goodbye
The smart birds choose to fly
‘Cause we livin’ in a hope, girlfriend, let’s do or
die"
Here’s my definition of love everlastin’
I would trade all my cash in for passion
Tiffany jewels and designer fashions
To hear happiness is mine for the askin’
Every day on my knees I pray
That I would run into someone that made me feel this
way
What you think, you wanna ride with L
Some things are meant to be, baby, you never could
tell

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{You and me}
You and me (Uh-uh, come on) {Uh-huh}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take your love to ever after
{Baby, you and me, yeah, yeah}
You and me

Now we dippin’ on a FDR
Here’s one of them lucky nights when you could peep
out the stars
We speak without talkin’ and the world is ours
When I glance over at ya I could feel your power
You schemin’ L want a one night stand
I’m schemin’ ‘cause you probably in love with a man
But we keep on rollin’, hopin’ there’s somethin’ more
Dreamin’ about tomorrow and what life got in store
Livin’ no drama, we could chill, relax
Sex all night, in the morn’ count stacks
Sip Grand Marnier and maybe puff a dime sack
But only in moderation, we ain’t livin’ like that, you
heard
We tented up the Tavern on the Green
To talk about love ‘cause the game’s extreme
The best of abuse and everything in between
‘Cause I want you to think of me when you need someone
to lean on
I’m from Queens, I’mma rep to the fullest
But I’d rather chill with you ‘stead of dodgin’
bullets
Flock in the stash I don’t really wanna pull it
On some so-called thug cat that’s thinkin’
independence
He said you’re fair, be ridin’ your nerves
And you hate him for never givin’ you the life you
deserve
Remember the one you hold a grudge is foul
And everything you ever wanted is puttin’ him down, so

{Baby every night} Every night, every day {Yeah...}
I just sit and dream about you (Uh)
{Oh, you and me, baby} (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You and me {Oh...ooh...oh...ooh...yeah...}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take our love to ever after
{Oh, you and me, baby}
You and me {Ah, yeah}

I promise you dreams do come true
There’s trials and tribulations that we all go through
When your heart’s bleedin’, how could the sky seem
blue
But listen up, Shorty, this is what I wanna do
Be there for you, baby, care for you
When my dogs stare at you, never sharin’ you
And to my ex-girfriend, never comparin’ you
Do the things that your ex-lover dare to do
Time to bounce, baby, I’m takin’ you home
Look at the moonlight sparkle on the 20 inch chrome
The rocks on my hand got a life of they own
Plus a blend James bumpin’ and it’s settin’ the tone
Should I jet to the hotel, is now the right time
Or should I be decent and explore your mind
You said you grew up in the ghetto and I heard you’re
hard
Tried to live smart but your dreams fell apart
You dated hustlers and born customers
They totally destroyed whatever trust there was
Now you hate men and everything they stand for
‘Cause you want to be treated like a queen not a w****
Close you eyes, don’t be afraid to dream
Open your heart to this cat from Queen
Whatever you wanna do, however you wanna do it
Back to back, baby, we could get each other through it

{Oh, every, yeah, yeah} Every night, every day (Know
what I mean)
I just sit and dream about you (Word up)
{Baby, you and me, baby}
You and me (Yeah, yeah)
{Hold me tight} "Hold me tight" I used to say (Come
on, come on)
Take your love to ever after (Come on)
{You and me, yeah...}
You and me

I just want you to think about that, you know what I’m
sayin’
Late at night when you layin’ there
And you feel like the whole world is fallin’ around
you
Remember these words that I said
There’s somebody out there for you, baby
Might be me, you never know
Word up, stay strong, Shorty
Keep your eyes up to the sky, you know what I’m sayin’
And let nobody tell you, you can’t make it
Don’t let nobody around you tell you
That it ain’t possible to make your dreams come true
Word up, uh
Know what I mean
It’s real
Queens representin’, rock on

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{You and me, yeah, yeah}
You and me {Hey...yeah}
"Hold me tight" I used to say
Take your love to ever after
{Makin’ love, baby, you and me}
You and me {I’m dreamin’ ‘bout you, baby}

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
{He don’t treat me like you do}
You and me {Oh...oh...}
"Hold me tight" I used to say

[Mary Mary]
I know the Lord, will make a way
He will make a way, yessssssss he will
Yessssss, he willlllll

Ohhh, I do believe that we will make it
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh

[LL Cool J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin cotton
Stress beamin down like the sun I felt rotten
to the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin
I hear him knockin, sayin that we got him
Hot like solar, he wanna burn my soul up
World on my shoulders but I roll back ya boulders
Words have a funny way of comin back to scold ya
Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a molar
I tried to told ya, hehehe
Enemies gunnin, true believers ain't runnin
or duckin, we ain't scared of nuttin, ya feel me?
They wanna test me and press my buttons, oh really?
Allow Uncle L to hip y'all to somethin, uhh, uhh
Yeah, uhh, check it out
There's a living power, make a man out a coward
Rebuild your strength like the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my life got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for all the doubters
Time to shout it, sing it louder

[Chorus: Mary Mary]
Yeahhhhh, we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Thank God we made it (yeahhhhhhhhhhh)
And I mean it, yeah yeah, oh yeah

[LL Cool J]
I was feelin like my whole world was spinnin and spillin
on the ground and that God wasn't willin
It seemed like the only ones ballin was the villains
Dollar signs in they eyes, lyin to our chill'un
I wanna kill 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em
They sellin venom and we buyin it like denim
These world wide webs they weave, we caught in 'em
Old folks is dyin and CEO's skimmin
The bat's in your hand and this is the 9th inning
Keep your eyes on the ball when you swingin
Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up
Start switchin your position, make your mind up
Pull your bootstraps tight, get your grind up
Get your life lined up before time's up
Yo, yo, you know what?
Take ten percent of that, dough you tryin to stack
Send it up to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uhh, yeah, sing it out now

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[LL Cool J]
In the darkest valley, through the loneliest alley
Never give up, press on through the storm
Weepin man fall, for the night seem long
But if you stand strong joy come within the morn'
And it goes, on and on and on and on and on and-ah
I know it feels like your back's to the wall
Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers slippin off
But you ain't by yourself dawg, we all been lost
Stay on your course, carry your cross
Ain't no stoppin, got to keep it poppin
You want it, you can get it, believe me the king did it
Nothin gonna hold you back, there's no limits
I'm sent to bring truth to rap, not gimmicks
And I'm not finished, man listen
Here's the moral to the thesis, y'all cats need Jesus
He put your life back together, pick up the pieces
Word to the masses, I heard God asked us
for less fake rappers, and more real pastors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Mary Mary] + (LL)
We made it, we made it
Through the storm and rain, yeahhhhhhh
You can make it, yes you can
You can make it, you got me
I know you can, I know you can
I know you can, yessssss, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I do believe we'll make it (Hallelujah!)
(Glory! Glory!)

No question about it
Queens represent!
EEEEUUUuuhhh!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent!
YYYEEEEAAAHHHH!
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens represent!
Are you down now
Lost Boyz, LL Cool J
Are ya's down now
You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
he ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
cop the aberrettes
Orange and Blue
Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew
Black superstar, Jesus piece
Who he prayin' to? God or the Beast
Some bust blocks, feared on the block
Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top
Drug money flowin' . . . . . .
Jealousy is growin' . . . . . .
Paranoia got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in the door made him fall
Guess he should of never hustled at all
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks alot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck alot and make the rubber pop
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin' in the club
Chickens showin' love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get from his moms
Back in the seventies, she was the bomb
His games top notch, and he don't stop
He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot
Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks
He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em suck dick
Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens
Honey got the virus, you know the routine
Not only did he walk away with the HIV
Her man's jealous, jooked him rediculously
UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH
Yolanda's alway's got a sceam
Credit cards in ATM machines
Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest
Honey made sons pockets bleed to death
She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet
When she wet, aint no controllin' the heat
For baguettes she give love to ill thugs
Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs
Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid
Met this drug kid, set him up and slid
Now she 23 full blown in the mix
Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips
She down for whatever, as long as it pays
She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed
She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug
He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up
Take a slug
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
The Lost Boyz:
Nigga's they wellin' they just don't know
It be LL and 83rd rockin the show
Now nigga's they front, they just don't know
But nigga's wanna stick they ball in that hole
Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh
Uh uh oh, uh oh oh oh !

Uhh.. yeah
Uh-huh.. uh-huh
Uhh.. yeah
Uh-huh..

I'ma make you feel good (uhh)
It'll be my pleasure to take you out the hood (yeah)
Let you shop 'til you drop
Let you pick your own rocks
I'ma carry the bags
Tell you little things, make you giggle and laugh
In the.. strawberry bubblebath
The future's bright, baby forget about the past (yeah)
Get your toes done (uhh)
Sacrifice our love for no one (uh-uh)
French perfume
Brand new mansion, let you decorate the rooms (hoo)
Breakfast in the suite (yeah)
Walk hand in hand in the French Riviera streets
Make no mistake
I'ma get you what you want, girl whatever it takes (yeah)

*You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy
(You should know how to treat her)
You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy
(That's your girl playboy)

I'ma caress your face (uhh)
Give you the keys to your new place
Just don't touch my safe (ahaha)
That's forbidden fruit, and that would be a waste
Which bracelet you want? (huh?)
What shoes you wanna flaunt? (huh?)
You like the Gucci joints
Or the Manolo Blahniks cause they ultra sheek
Have you lookin like a runway model (uhh)
Sippin Perrier your way out of custom bottles
Aromatherapy and massages
Take you to church baby, teach you who God is (amen)
Tell me what you like (uhh)
Where you wanna go, we goin there tonight
No question I'm the real McCoy
You ain't gotta be a pimp if she loves you playboy

*Repeat

I tease you with the tip (mmm)
I'll bite your bottom lip (mmm)
Make you climax real quick
Over and over again, it's sick
Orderin your favorite food (mmm)
Incense and candles, I set the mood
Tear you up on Playstation 2
You on the phone with your aunt cause I'm lacin you (uhh)
Pillow fights in the waterbed, mirrors on the ceiling (yeah)
Hot and sweaty, clothes start peeling
Why you think the waterfall's in the shower
Float with me, the world is ours
You a pretty little thing, y'know?
You keep me hungry, make me wanna get dough
That's why I take care of you
Most men can't do what I do, y'know?

*Repeat (X2)

Yeah, treat you right baby
I'll treat you right, yeah..

[Intro: LL Cool J & Cydne Monet]
You know I don't understand why you treat me like this
It's almost like you feel like you're from two different worlds
(Well, we are Todd) I don't think so
You should have a listen to me right now

[LL Cool J]
I can feel it now baby I can feel it now, I can feel that
Even though you're a queen and I'm only a prince
I felt the magical between us ever since
the first time that I laid eyes on you
I want you to be my girl, so I can hold you
caress you and let you know that I love you
and day by day my love grows
Heres' where I stand, I gotta be your man
I don't care if we're from two different worlds
But we're from...

[Cydne Monet]
Two different, two different, we're from two different worlds
Two different, two different worlds...
I don't understand the way you feel
But it's just a dream and it could never be real
So face to face I can't love you
We're from two, different worlds
Two different, two different, we're from two different worlds
Two different, two different worlds...

[LL Cool J]
Man things are different, birds and bees
Flowers and trees, you and me
But it really doesn't matter, it makes us stronger
There's more to talk about, we'll be together longer
Trustin' me, have faith in my love
It goes so deep, girl you're so sweet
As a matter of fact, I want you for my wife
Please be a part of my life

[Cydne Monet]
I can't believe you won't give up
Your love is strong but boy, so what (so what)
You can't love me, I can't love you
We're from two, different worlds... (it doesn't matter)
Two different, (two different) two different,
we're from two different worlds (I don't care)
Two different (so what), two different worlds...

[LL Cool J & Cydne Monet]
It could never make a difference in my heart
(It could never make a difference)
Never could keep us apart (Whoooo... yeah)
Hold on (hold on) who cares what the world is sayin'?
(I do) My love goes so deep, (mmmm, baby), hold on
I know baby, let's take it to the climax
Two different, (two different) two different (so different)
we're from two different worlds (I don't care)
Two different (so what), two different worlds...

[LL Cool J]
So what's it gonna be, you wanna be with me?
I wanna be wit'chu, my love is true
All you gotta do is get into love
It's like a blessin' in disguise, sent from up above
This is your last chance, real not fate
Give me a break, don't make a mistake
Cause I'm for real, I want you for my girl
I don't care if we're from different worlds, but we're from

[Cydne Mone & LL Cool J]
Two different, (two different) two different (so different)
we're from two different worlds (uh, I don't care)
Two different, two different worlds... (who cares baby
you gotta understand, you gotta understand, just take my hand, come on baby)
Two different (have a heart honey), two different worlds... (I want you, I need you)
We're from two different worlds (take my hand honey)
Two different, (don't fool with the mood baby) two, different worlds (take me by hand)
You don't seem to understand (I understand baby, we're two, we can work it out)
(We can find a way), we're from, (self will change baby...)
we're from two different worlds
(We're the perfect match, I love you), two different
(trust me, have faith in your heart, baby) worlds
I'll treat you right baby, I'll treat you right baby, I'll promise you)
Two different (you never meant as much to me till tonight), two different
(I'll always love you), we're from two different worlds (I'll never forget you)
Two, two, two, different (trust me, hold my hand, have faith in me baby
understand me sweet-heart, I love you...)

(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
Youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competators bow
Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap
And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yukmouth smile
Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah...
Immaculate styles I use to abuse
MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
That amateur swingin a hammer
>From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to play post, clown
You know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
(_shot_) Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin, get to walkin
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass
Gimme a lighter - woof!
Now you're cut loose
>From that jherri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that crap
Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah...
How dare you stand beside me
I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks
While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
You little hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So tell me how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin back
Keep on
Peace

Uhh, hot, fire, hot, uhh

*L!!! Who bring you the hotness?
L!!! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L!!! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with - L!!! - throw your L's up

Don't ever underestimate the Jack the Ripper
Be clear, every time he reappears, it's sicker
Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker
I'm long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha
Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture
But I'd rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha
I'm willin and able, to smooth pounds out like Witch Hazel
The legend is real, I'm not a fable
Captivated the screen, I'm Queens' Clark Gable
If it ain't a joint, bet your label, don't put it on the table
I'm out for the moolah, throw better hooks than David Tua
Who's the nicest? (L, YOU ARE!!)

*Repeat (X2)

You don't want it with L, b'ship cats'll get banged out
Put your flow throw a filter boy - shake the old slang out
23's in the building, watch my tongue hang out
Makin MC's scatter like multiple shots rang out
Day one since I came out, they can't put the flame out
My temp seizin, perfect reason to blow the game out
Skatin off in the Navi, naw baby you can't have me
But I know cats will pay for that 'n lace ya - yeah, gladly
Warning, young rappers, you don't want a career?
Y'all wanna keep goin platinum, y'all don't wanna disappear?
Stop boppin backstage like you causin me fear
Cause you startin to get on my nerves, and that's a problem
The vet's in here

*Repeat (X2)

Tension on the mic, halftime highlights
L Boogie bangin on 'em, jumpin through the skylight
You stand corrected, I'm hot, so get it riddight
I'm just spittin, when the middick is gripped, I spit it tiddight
Aight? Oh, these various rappers is so hilarious
Who put the mic down but y'all ain't qualified to carry this
Your, tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous
So, throwin your joint at my car was spontaneous
Oh! I can't take it, why, must they fake it
Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked
Forever I will be, the one they came to see
Blowin mics in half baby, who else could it be but

*Repeat (X4)

Uhh, I'm so hot (yeah)
We so hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, you so hot (I'm so hot)
Uhh, uhh, feel it hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (you make me hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know I'm hot (oooh)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (yes I'm hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know I'm hot - feel it! (yeah)

LL Cool J] {*Thomas harmonizing in background*}
I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up
Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
Uh-huh.. they gon' be like,
"Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made"
Heh-heh.. word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean?
Check this out y'all

I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time
Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds
What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary
I used to say shit like,
"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me"
She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy
I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me?
Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin
Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin
Red lipstick prints all over my drawers
Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore
Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon
Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin
Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released
This is us

Chorus: Carl Thomas

You know that I do, the best that I can
But you don't seem to love me no more, no more
I try to please you, and be your man
But you don't seem to love me no more, no more

[LL Cool J]
The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join?
You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins
in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize
Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J
Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime
to put your child through college baby, now have you?
Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through
I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute
Child born with a destiny only God can dispute
Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash
My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass
Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L
so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill
Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell
Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell
The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know
That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'
My dream was to flow and escape the hell below
but the demons in my life set fire to my dough
I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge
like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe
This is us

Chorus

[LL Cool J]
They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario
You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe
When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello
Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"
Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove
Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go
Give me a hug, not too long, give me space
When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face
Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little
If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle
Now kiss my chest, call me Superman
Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band
(?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor
This behavior, should save ya
from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old
half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin
Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me
I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me
I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away
And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?
Chill, relax baby, support me from the background
Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round
complain about, who's tradin ass for cash
If there ain't no trust then just us can't last
This is us, I know you feelin that
Think about that shit, word up

Chorus

[Carl Thomas]
Your man, your man, your man
Everything we've been through yeah
All the places we've been yeah
Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha
Ever since you walked all all over me, ha
And even if we bring this back together, ha
You know it won't be the same, no no no no
No no no no no, ha
Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man
Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh
Hooo hooo hooo
Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee?
Whoahhhh

I will love you any way baby
Any way and every way I can
'Cause I'm that kind of man
I will give you everything baby
Give you more than
any girl can stand
I'm gonna love you
baby baby baby baby
I'm talking 'bout
makin' love in the shower
At least an hour
And let you dangle in my arms
'Cause love is power
Can you feel it
the sky's the limit
Once you reveal it
Your heart was wounded
God sent me to heal it
On a mission
ain't no stress love
Touch you with precision
Just undress love
I know the right position
Come one trust me girl
Throw this rock up on your hand
I'll give you the world
Yo Face On the real
Was the honey looking laced
Ooh baby baby baby
This is for the lover in you
This ring means
I'll always be true
This is how
we'll start love a new
This time it's
gonna last forever
I will love you all the way baby
Girl this means this love
will never end
I'll be your lover
and your friend
I will take you anywhere baby
Just say when and girl
I'll take you there
I'm gonna take you
baby baby baby baby
We're going from
Tahiti to France
To Italy in one night
Drop top Bentley coupe
parked in the spotlight
And you can drive it
laced in all white
I'm wearin' triple black
Our gear is top flight
Trips to venice
The man of steel
when I'm in this
A match made in heaven
When we blend this
Lovers everlasting
In other words endless
To love any other man
Would be senseless
Yo Face On the real
Was the honey looking laced
Ooh baby baby baby
This is for the lover in you
This ring means
I'll always be true
This is how we'll
start love a new
This time it's
gonna last forever
I can say I never
met a girl no no
Who satisfied my mental
and physical thing
When I lay me down to sleep
I rest assured
With the thought
that you are right
Right next to me
This is for the lover in you
This ring means
I'll always be true
This is how we'll
start love a new
This time it's
gonna last forever
It's for the lover in you baby
With this ring I'll show you
There ain't no maybe
It's for the lover in you baby
This time it's
gonna last forever
It's for the lover in you baby

Uhh.. yeah..
See, this is what these mixtapes is all about..
Knah'msayin KaySlay?
Talk to the people, with no interruptions and interference..

Put that mic down, admire the technique and tight tight sounds
of a Renagade , never been afraid, the time is right now
Before I take my bow and finally allow
my love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page
Pleasur and the pain that came from rulin the game
And the half Dominican that gave me brains in the fast lane
A seventeen-year reign, simple and plain
When I ruled the rap game and all my peers sold cocaine
One-three-two Uptown, when Rich Porter told me
"See you can push a new car, it's different for a rap star"
And AZ was givin 50s to the homeless
They never bragged about it "L, we don't condone this"
On the back of the bike with Alpo
Doin a buck down one-two-five, hopin to stay alive
Favorite spot rooftop
Me and Big chuckle up when he was hittin up "Juicy" and whatnot
Damn, when Dapper Dan got shot up
Before they made drops when we had to cut the top up
Some cats neglected the fact that L was hot
Cause they warm and electin me hot when I stepped in the spot
Lyrically reppin the block on Farmers to rock
But my sex symbol status made me, corny to cop
The microphone strategist ripped the apparatus
Left competition embarrassed but I never held malice
Kinda saw street literature
Used to lose battles on purpose so these cats can dream more
I wanna see y'all shine without the use of a nine
You might see a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin me as tough
Young girls takin X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we go wrong?
Are you doin what you're doin cause I ruined you w

Somethin real smooth
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin real smooth
Somethin you need to take heed to
A basehead cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way - positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin with the envious thugs
Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God
Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a ???
Doesn't realize I'm rollin with a team
Avengin angels will come and burn
All those who saw, but refused to learn
He has no color, no shape, and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just gettin warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God
Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot
People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin boys and girls
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God
Youknowmsayin
And G is the seventh letter made
Yeah
G is the seventh letter made
The power of God
Yeah
The babies, we gotta teach em, and hold em
Send em to school, so we can teach em, and mold em
Shape em, and make em take form
Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant
This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter, and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein black or white
It's about everybody bein a right
I pulled out my mic, and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God
And G is the seventh letter made
Power of god
G is the seventh letter made
That was just a word to the wise
Uprise
Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together
Cause we as a people
All people
Gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

[LL Talking - 1st chorus]
Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up
Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah

[Chorus]
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time (LL)
The Greatest of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time (LL)
The Greatest of All Time (Cool J)
I'm The Greatest of All Time

[Verse 1]
I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell
Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL?
Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Speilberg "Chill"
My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn
They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on
Straight to the studio dirty - no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour
Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL)
Who about to hit all your homes (LL)
Who about to spit all the flows
That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more (We know)
Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?
I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real
Uptown - the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens
Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
East Coast - y'all want it, y'all got it
Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic
Look outside nigga, my cars excited
Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product
Like ecstacy, my crew's next to me
It's my destiny, to make history
I'm the emperor - Rap King
From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing
One question: Do I do my thing thing? (Hell Yeah)
Then putcha L's in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time
You want that other nigga album
But that nigga bought all mine
So get the realness (uhh)
Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh)
Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless (uhh)
Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this (uhh)
I'm about to kill this (uhh)

[Chorus]

[(Background) LL]
(LL Cool J is) Break it down
(Hard as)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah [laugh]
Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga
Feel it
Fuck wrong wit you?

[Verse 3]
I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill
Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills
You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill
Greatest of All Time, and that's all real
Ain't no reapper could do what I do
Rip ya whole label solo, no crew
Ain't a MC that I can't go throught
And I only have respect for a chosen few
But they could get it too
Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you
I'm the one they call when shit gets critical
The way I conquer the world is spiritual
I'm imperial
Everlasting, the best who ever did it
Holdin the crown down, can't nobody get it
Germany, Italy, France, Japan
London, Africa, bow to The Master - The G.O.A.T.

[Chorus 2X]

LL Cool J is hard as..

L.L. Cool J
Servin em well
And as you all know..
I AM - HARD - AS HELL

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks
Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast
Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot
So I stayed there a hour, cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologne
Then I called up Earl on the telephone
He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on
10 g's plus a limo for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnfying glass, then I brushed my beard
Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, left the door crack
The freak walked in, a mink on her back
Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me taste your tongue?"
My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail
Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride
Went up to A.J., in my fresh black wheel
I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a meal
The girlies want sex, the fellas try to plex
But those who flex end up with broke necks
Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic"
Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the door
Due cause I'm a gangster people think I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
L.L. has iced all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap, so to hell with the mob
Don't run from the cops, makin suckers jock
And I'm only 18 makin more than your pops
Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said 6:03
Said 'later' to Creator and broke out with E
Went up to White Castle for a chocolate shake
Thinkin 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
E-Love hit the table and he made up a beat
Kicked a few lines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was almost 7:30 and the show was at nine
L.L. Cool J will soon stand at a jam
With thousands of people screamin, "Touch my hand!"
But since I had a hour plus a half for tat
I was searchin for the cutie who's my perfect match
Her name was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl, but you need a new coach"
Said, "My name's L.L. - Cool, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feel you grind
Cause it ain't 5th grade, and these ain't nursery rhymes
And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress,cause you ain't gonna need it
Unplug your clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or more you hear me say, 'That's right!'
Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make love you can call me daddy
I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy, but I still wanna play
Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I leave you starvin for me to come back
But in the meantime, put your digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm goin to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on line
Took a trip around the side, so I could get backstage
If you call me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust
Walked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., you're runnin late and it'is time to rock"
Told Cut Creator what the order would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the girlies scream
And that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Aahh!

<i>[Verse 1]</i>

I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt
You give her twenty dollars and you can do work
She'll take food stamps and a traveller's cheque
Because her hair and her face and her life's a wreck
She wears a bright blonde wig, some high heeled pumps
She's down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump
She's a hot little momma and she works every day
If you wanna pay to play, here's where she stays
She's at the...

<i>[Chorus]</i>

(Bristol Hotel) Room 515
(The Bristol Hotel) Where that at? (Jamaica, Queens!)

<i>[Verse 2]</i>

I seen her standin' there, slutty as could be
Offering the putty for a itty-bitty fee
Every red light she'll come over to your ride
Or she's standin' in the doorway tellin' you to come inside
The Bristol Hotel, cos it ain't no thing
And her meat tastes better than Burger King
Japanese executives in three-piece suits
Glasses all foggy when they come in the place
The girlies in the Bristol, they're all in cahoots
He fell asleep and got robbed, and cold chumped his face at the...

<i>[Repeat chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>

Party people check the story cos the story is ill
It's the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill
They went inside the Bristol on a Saturday night
Harold was cool but Bill felt uptight
The girlies made attempts but Harold played it cool
"Never ever rush, that's the golden rule
I been comin' to the Bristol's ten years of my life
A-yo, what the hell? Yo, man that's my wife!"

(The...)

<i>[Repeat chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 4]</i>

You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a kind
And if you know her good enough she won't make you stand on line
She'll let you inside, make you pay for the ride
Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody died
You say "What the heck", because you already paid
Not knowin' that the guy that went before you had AIDS
Bang bang boogie, she was so amusin'
Next week you're at the clinic gettin' blood transfusions
At the...

<i>[Repeat chorus]</i>

(The Bristol Hotel) <i>[till fade]</i>

<i>[Verse]</i>

Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame
Movies, records, goin' on tour
Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor
Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill
Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill
See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' all the way to the top
It's harder harder than hard
All the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred
See the problem is you want what another man has
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
cuz when you're rich you got friends
but when you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul
Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old
Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?
Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
you'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
and every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead
I'mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
Lead you to that ticket line
so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung
Not that I killed him, it's just
He didn't wanna trust
the words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right
E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck
If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
L.L. Cool J is on the microphone
tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no special effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens
Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, tellin' the truth
and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans
All you petty MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk
Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire
Fly girl's desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I rock in the park
and I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the baddest around.

Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin
Yeah aight
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You know what I'm sayin?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
(Cars ride by)
Funky
For all the cars out there
And all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play connect the dots
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cos they don't understand why I act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm frontin, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne

Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin
Yeah aight
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You know what I'm sayin?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
(Cars ride by)
Funky
For all the cars out there
And all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play connect the dots
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cos they don't understand why I act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm frontin, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne

Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
$100'000 watch, man
I sell it to you for 400
- You got 80?
Dig - dig this, man
I got a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man...

I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you're the largest liar that was ever created
You and Pinocchio are brotherly related
Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time
Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a treath to mankind
That's a lie

You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man
Come on
(You're a liar)
Me and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie)
I'm gettin cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in my office

You lied about the lies that you lied about
You even lied to your aunt when you went down south
You lied, and a body builder kicked your butt
If you was in Egypt you'd lie to King Tut
You claim to do things no one could achieve
You said you did things Ripley's wouldn't believe
That's a lie

I got this Japanese girl, man
Lee, man, takes good care of me
(You're a liar)
Yo, she's so def, man
Wipes my butt
(That's a lie)
Everybody be beefin, man, about what Rush doin
(You're a liar)
You seen my new Mercedes, man?

Giant Jabber-Jaw, biggest liar I ever saw
You said you got a mansion, you don't got half a floor
Professor of Super Lies, you can lecture at my school
You said you liked Felix Unger, sat down at the dinner talbe and drooled
Your story's so remarkable, it shouldn't be revealed
You said you had a Benz, you don't got four wheels
That's a lie

Russell Simmons

I got a Maserati, man, what are you talkin 'bout?
(You're a liar)
I traded my 1988 Mercedes for it
(That's a lie)
Man, don't front, you know what Rush is about, man
(You're a liar)
Yo, why you be illin, man?
You know what time - what time it is

L.L. Cool J

Then you start to lie about things you don't have
You speak of limousines? You can't afford a cab
Said you slapped Rowdy Piper and didn't get a hassle
You promised your girl filet mignon, took her to White Castle
You said you have a lot of women, you don't even know a few
'There are 8 million stories' - and they're all made up by you
That's a lie

Russell Simmons

...Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medaillon you ever saw
(You're a liar)
It's gon' keep the bullets off your back
(That's a lie)
You know why stations play our records?
Cause the kids'll tear the station apart
Kids'll rip it down...

L.L. Cool J

Said your grandmother's 20 when your mother's 25
Said your father beat Joe Lewis, but homebody took a dive
You said you used tootpaste, your teeth are yellow like my gold
A brand new pair of Lee's, that's the skirt your sister stole
That's a lie

Russell Simmons

Yo man
All the girls everywhere talkin about Rush
(You're a liar)
Word man, Pretty Tony knocked a hoe down the other day
(That's a lie)
Talkin so much about 'Rush, Rush,' every time
(You're liar)
That hoes just be beefin, man
'Rush this and Rush that'
(That's a lie)
World's biggest thing, man
Rush is gettin all the money, man
(You're liar)
...wheel barrow full of money, ya understand me?
(That's a lie)
That they be rollin that shit in my office all day
(You're a liar)
Nothin but money, and it be green
(That's a lie)
Don't front, man, you know what Rush is about, man
Rush gets money, man
(You're liar)
My Maserati is bad, man, it's blue and green - and gold
(That's a lie)
I just bought this hoe this milllion dollar ring, man
(You're a liar)
I just wanna look good, man
So I got one
(That's a lie)
Like that, we be cold gettin money at Rush, man
Jewels be them thangs
(You're a liar)
Rings and things, man, all that type of stuff
(That's a lie)
Man, I got 900 pairs of Reeboks, man
...pair of...Adidas
(You're a liar)
I got every color of Adiddas they ever made, man
(That's a lie)
My man Steve, that's a porno star, man
And he be bringin them hoes to the house
(You're a liar)
Word man, they be over my house
(That's a lie)
Yo, that girl at my house, man
...Lee, man
She cleans up behind me, man
(You're a liar)
Yo, she cleans up behind me, does everything I say, man
(That's a lie)
Yo man, sweet little Japanese thing, man
Takin care of me, man
(You're a l-)
Yo, man...
(That's a lie)

LL Cool J)
I didn't even know a young lady could look that good
I'm ready da bounce outa queens and come to your hood
I'm ready da change your life baby, spend some cash
Because you got me chinky eyed like blunts mixed with hash
When your in my ferrari, look at the seats carve your ass
L drive drunk baby, pass the glass
As we run up in the club politican with thugs
When your bra straps showin' baby girl it's love
'Cause you are the loose
Token and sippin' honeypoof
Cause you are the loose
Sweet as cranberry, peach snaps and apple-loops
Runnin' with Queens finest all the way to the top
Pass cars, hard dick and plenty money to shop

(Hook)

Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby
Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby

Wo day drive is live, Monte Carlo was ill
Convertable limousines, def jam got the bill
Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill
Well when the partys over we can go there and chill
In London it's Big Ben style breakfast in bed
In Paris you were on an Eifel Tower givin' me head
Go to Switzerland, private jets over the house
Come home, ghetto style, bend you over the couch
Real niggaz, nothin' but the platnium shit
Keep that ass soakin wet, plus I'm spendin' his chips
Who's fuckin' wit that, put your middle finger in the air
Has a jet pasion X-man playin' wit your hair

(Hook)

Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby
Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby
Dance for me baby (x4)

To my man Black Jus baby RIP
Accesory to the crime is the prime dogg 3
When we get the money baby, spreadin' the cream
To tell your brother Joe to hold it down for Queens
And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill
J.T. Damon in the car let's get the squeels
My nigga Big Bonny Puff, glad your home
Rock the bells Melly Mell, Jimmy Love and Tone
Baby we live cats, lookin' at where in we rides at
Drug walls, hip-hop beats, how 'bout that
The rest fell so far, they can't climb back
Let's take it to the video-tape, rewind that

(Hook)(x2)

Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby (everybody in the club)
Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me (word up)
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
(champagne glass in the air baby)
Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
(Just wanna pop it dog, word up)
Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes (yeah yeah)
Take it off, I know my crew look shady (it's official, word up)
Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby

Take it off, Greatest of All Times. (x1

Uncle
rippin the microphone
and blowin the stage apart.
These MC's ain't got no heart
they need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin 'em down
best at least
f

in 'em up up at least
smackin 'em in a pilek
now have a stomp and a smile G.
Raisin
replacin
like Jason
when I be chasin
these rappers
machetti style
choppin down
their petty style's bassin
All in my face
you got the mic
but I gotta getcha off it
you got my rhyme
now cough it
brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
You're nada
know nota
I'm hotter
You're a slow trotter.
Karate
switch the e into an a
and it's karata.
When I come on
I'm rippin it up
just like a madman.
I fly your head
chop off your legs
and make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
all of them I rub out.
You know the time
what's on your mind
you know I never go out.
I be breakin bouts
ya boys
your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
stick the fork in you
you're done G.

The instrument'll rip
with the ultimate
of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
whenever I go
I guarantee
the flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
just like a 9
kickin it off in half the time
takin a break
and makin mine
you're way behind.
Ya needed a title
and all the uncle
made your title for ya
hopin
and prayin
and wishin
that I can't rap
but I rip all a yall
in half
look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
ya kick it
Mmmmm I see goodies
gimme the mic and hoodie
now I'll dick it.
Any
the every
the his
the hers
of those
of theirs
of them.
I see your title
around your neck
just swingin loose
I take your gem.
I'm takin it off you neck
with every line that I select
and rappin it up and cuttin
while I'm starin
with disrespect.
Bustin off
yeah
squeezin like a vice grip
blowin ya off the stage
into the crowd
so have a nice trip.

I'm takin control
I hold
the microphone is good as gold
fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
totem pole.
Turnin it out
and gettin wrecked
is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
puttin his head
inside the pavement.
Burnin 'em up
just like a flame thrower
rippin 'em
with the cool flower.
Takin 'em out in pairs
like the man, Noah
Holdin 'em up
just like a trophy
for the world to see.
You really ain't superb
you see
you're goin out
like a girl to me.
Takin your little
boo-hoo baby
tear drop
cryin style
breakin it down
until there's dust
and I'ma vacuum up the pile.
Showin
and provin
and groovin
and makin a movie
on the mic.
slappin a Marlboro
in his mouth
just like
a dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
maniac
mad style
amazin man
mackin the mic
since I was just
a mere child.
Props and props
more props than Terminator 2
with pen and pad
I play to you
and on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
undefeatable
ally
expandin my empire
you don't wanna test me.

Wizard of funkadelic
every album's like a relic
bite the line
chewin on mine
but ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
flippin the script
that's in the bushes
then walkin around the jam
I'm handin out pounds
and mushes.
You're makin a face
you wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
in the world was makin jams
as soon as I set this off
their mic's are slidin
out their hands.
rockin the junky's world
with the release
of every single
back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
to make ya jingle.
Overlord
droppin the sword
and choppin off the mic cord.
rappers are dead
all over the street
in every state I toured.
I'm dealin the truth
with living god
that's right before ya eyes.
And I'll be rollin
in hoods and sneakers
you can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
I'll rip it up
until sunrise

Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)

Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)

Yes y'all throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the world is at
Where you at shorty?
With LL Busta Rhymes Check it out...

Two big ballers keep the juice blending
Fuck Black Ceaser I didn't like the ending
Why? cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too many million dollar affilliations
Abbreviation, LL, period
I'm platinum every time, it's serious
Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions
High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit
I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers
Hey, now she jump shaking...

Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith)
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian
Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery
s flow like water spilling
You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker
Reason being, I work my tool right
Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right)
Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L)

Just lean left, lean right
Lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
(You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)
Just lean left, lean right (right)
Lean front, lean back (lean back)
(C'mon shake it, just shake it)
(C'mon shake it, just break it)
You gotta ride it baby

Busta Bust Mr Smith
Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something for the song...

LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways

Busta Bust
Mr Smith
We on the track, I always spark the lah
I always catch a contact
Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back)
Like he gotta touch...
A bottom here for Mencap
He went from Dreadlocks
To Ceasers
Now he called
Cash
Brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch that...
I be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse,
ally complex
And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the runway, Bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God
Is it the bashment?
Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy
Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
Just a leeson for you sucker MC's
Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

Word is bond
Ah man
I had a good time working with you Mr Smith
Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air
Just have a good time and wave them around
Throw your hands in the air, word up
Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son

Ah man
Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man
In a happy and fun loving way
You know, splash!
Yeah, you know that
Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
You niggas need to chill down
Put your shades on kid
Cool the fuck off
Put your shades on baby
Aight?
Shine, nigga put them shades on
Niggas leaning
Leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix your neck
You like like Shaq in that commercial

Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house

I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my crown and
No sell-out, the chip is too rough and
I'll blow your skin to sofa, leave your mind to be tough
And I might seem rough but life is much rougher
To see success sometimes you gotta suffer
I need a woman that's stronger than material needs
And isn't motivated by green
Dry my tear-drops and feelin' my pain and
Watchin' my back while I strive to maintain and
Makin' love like a medicine doctor
I knew that she was bad from the day that I clocked her

Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby

My enemies come and my break-bread's tough but
You recognize game from your eyes and walkin'
Baby ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you
So I'll teach you the game and tell you how to react to
The conversation, sexy vibration
Visual stimulation, slick persuasion
Times are hard, I need a woman that rolls by God
And the only man she loves is Todd
But will you be around when the raindrops fallin'
Or could it be you never loved me at all and
I need a trooper, a soldier, a agent
I need someone who can roll with my arrangement
The reap reducer factor and
The Queen of the Uni
, not an actor and
Standin' by her man till the end
Not only as a lover but a friend

Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby (yeah)
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby

Man, do things get better?
We can look back at the whole aerators
Remember the times when they said I couldn't do it
But I was rougher than rough and baby you knew it and
You held back when your loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
you stood by your man like a real queen should
That's why now I got you livin' your dream as
A beautiful wisdom, a part of my team and
As long as I live on this earth
Anything you want is what your loyalty's worth

Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
(I wanna send this one out to all the ladies in the house)
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your man
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby, (word)
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your man (peace)
You got to stand by your baby
You got to stand by your man
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your man
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
You got to stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your man

[Intro]
Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on

[LL Cool J]
They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow
I'll catch a felony on top of a melody
brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live
told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh
A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone
And E ain't put nobody on
When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
like belts makin' them strip and all of that
Punks better run for they guns
I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

[LL Cool J]
I worked the Murphy on the mix
What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?
I'm harder than-?find in a jar?
People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed
I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)
I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe
The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb
Twenty times harder without a curse
Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!
The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?
Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
Take it to the bridge

Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic?

[LL Cool J]
My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguard
The microphone is my credit card
Blowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too soft
Usin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root call
I heard somebody said the skills wasn't good
I'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)
I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shots
and laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in
You blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and time
ain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme
I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb
lookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!!
You're the next contestant tonight
Come on down to my shake clown - the slice is right
Rip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for years
tell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it!
AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!!
Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks
while you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!!

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

1st verse]
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough
Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the East to the West
Just a lyrical maze lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways
I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score
Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat
That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back
Nigga L never got rip by a trackI don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm
Cool double O flow well to the LL
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell

[chorus]
8x I shut 'em down
(Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!)

[2nd verse]
To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat
Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin
Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out
How to find out
Bump and grind out
Pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo
No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo
Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal
Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal

[chorus]
I shut 'em down (16x)
(after the 8th time)Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!)

[3rd verse]
I can take you to the level if I let my phantom
Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little Branson on the side of the mansion
Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'm a murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain
Fuck a maintain
Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain
Sideways stimulator bringin the flames
Niggas wanna feel me spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said you wanna batlle
Nigga now talk shit

[chorus]
8x I shut 'em down
(Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me

I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough
Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the East to the West
Just a lyrical maze lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways
I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score
Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat
That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back
Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm
Cool double O flow well to the LL
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell
I shut 'em down
(Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!)

To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat
Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin
Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out
How to find out
Bump and grind out
Pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo
No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo
Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal
Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal

[LL Cool J]
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter black mink; shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play

[Verse 1]
Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on don't jeapordize the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
to end up, crawlin out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children, Queens is in the buildin
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin like a {*edit*} box

[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

[Verse 2]
They pay me so much it's hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin hollows
I can't see it player that's beneath my vision
I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
It seems like greed's the world religion
But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
Black man, get the flies outcha eyes
You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die
Until that day, health and welfare, cheers
And after my wake, the hood'll talk, man listen here
He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
Like the Enterprise rollin over stars for years
Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh!

[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

[Verse 3]
To be or not to be the man, that's the question
Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined
To lean up in the backseat, givin directions
Sweep the block clean as November elections
On the Blackberry readin cash flow quadrant
Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded
CLS Vision, four Hummers behind it
You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded
I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' learn
If you play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than a symbol of sex, I get respect
For livin in the hills but still keepin it mad real
Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles
You burnin me, two words: im-possible

[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

[LL Cool J]
Like I said
Yellow canary tennis on the neck
Three quarter black mink
Gucci hat to the side, shades
Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
Black Phantom, oak wood
That's how I play
Yeah
(Shake it baby shake it)
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

[LL Cool J]
Sippin somethin on the rocks
I got a shorty that makes the bed hop
I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop
I'ma drop that phantom on you baby watch
Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot?
Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts
Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox
I keep it flowin see we goin to the top
I'ma get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me stop
You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas
Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize
.. I know you want it sucka free
Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me
.. Take it easy player
Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player
Uhh .. you put it down tight
Yeah you not havin what you want don't even sound right

[Chorus - Timbaland]
Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes
Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
I said MY baby
Watch television in the Escalade-y
Go shoppin when you want to baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
Ohh!

[LL Cool J]
Lay down for a while pretty, relax a minute
.. I caught a feelin when you represented
Gave you that Mercedes, you better get up in it
.. Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage
You never seen a player flip your whole life
Dip the Caddy on the freeway, hittin the strobe light
.. You got a mean walk at times right?
I'm here to shine like, I get your mind right
Uhh, Charles Jordan girl if you wanna take a hit
Gotta ? between the lippers this is it
.. Lazy, lay back and count the chips
Some call it trickin or ballin, depends on who you wit
Him or L baby, so who you gonna pick
Mack motor, I told ya, I want ya livin rich
You don't know about a brother
Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother

[Chorus]
Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes
Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
I said MY baby
Watch television in the Escalade-y
Go shoppin when you want to baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
Ohh!

[LL Cool J]
Don't trip I know you like the rocks
Wanna dip 'round the corner in the drop
Music bumpin you frontin although you say you're not
.. You got your eyes on the watch
You love the Pasha, the ?, the Cartier is hot
.. Baby you need somethin, shop
You got me trippin and goin bananas, baby stop
I caught a mean one, you never seen one
She like cream, how brothers gonna front on me?
Spoilin somethin the average homey never see
I mean it's only some money, nuttin to me
.. But yet and still you question me
I got it that's if you want it or I'ma set you free
.. Got 'em in line they beggin me
Baby regardless your body is killin me
Girl I'm lovin your anatomy
Your personality, so whatcha want from me?

[Chorus]
Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes
Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
I said MY baby
Watch television in the Escalade-y
Go shoppin when you want to baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
Ohh!

Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums
And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum
So I inject in one more element to that of L.L.
Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells
During this episode vocally I explode
My title is the king of the FM mode
See, my volume expands to consume
And my structures emote a
al heirloom
Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating
Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting
For the duration, there's no articulation
Receiving ovation for the bell association
The vocalization techniques I employ
The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy
The injection of bells into this beat
The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet
Greater insulator microphone dominator
My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator
Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite
These bells are gonna rock all night
Rock the bells

The bells make your energy escalate
A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate
Subject matter entitled "The Bells"
The
al appraisement is by L.L.
My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane
I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame
Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist
Cool J exists as a journalist
I illuminate over any number on the Richter
My throat contracts like a boa constrictor
You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format
It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man
As you repain, you'll say I went
To torture individuals for exitement
Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor
Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor
Ignite and excite with verbal extensions
What I'll mention will put you on pension
Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble
The bells and if it don't
I disassemble
hit if you bit
I go have a fit
The master impresario of
al wit
A hip-hop creature, concert feature
Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya
When I commence with excellence
It eradicates levels of pestilence
Upon a plateau
No mortal can go
Mythological characters stand below
Rock the bells

A B-boy symphony complete with bells
No classical fanatic is parallel
From the design of my
s many people call me
An immortalized B-boy prodigy
Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena
No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina
Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor
Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda
Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range
And woofers need guarding
The bells rip your auditory canal
Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall
Be forced to assault
Our position will halt
Upset you with words
Drink your blood like it's a malt
Opposite of illusions
Evidently it's true
The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you
Hallucinating severe convulsion
Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion
I came here tonight to rock
These bells will never stop
Rock the Bells

Ya livin' on my lines side
Autographs I sign
Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme
Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator
You reline and refine, it and you save it for later
Swipe it as you type it
You recite it as you bite it
Then you claim it as your own to get them excited
About it as you shout it
You don't tell them how go it
And you it and rock it
Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it
It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite
You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate
If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate
You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars
You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars
I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush
Use a line, I make 'em hush
The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator
Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator
To see ya as you bit the words
You'd think you never heard
The mike sings like a hummin' bird
Rock the Bells

Jack the Ripper
King Hercules
Professor of Death in the Seven Seas
Grim reaper of rhyme
Holder of the rock
Eradicating suckers all around the clock
The supreme machine
A microphone dream
My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme
I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few
The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude
The story, the beginning of your death is heard
But your cries are ignored by the kind of word
I'm the super insane murderer in the rain
Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein
Exterminating crews with my manuscript
And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit
The night of the nights
You're my victim tonight
You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight
Bein' crushed by the source
It's reinforced (thoughts)
Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss
L.L. Cool J is your undertaker
Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker
Treble terminator, bass mutilator
You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator
On the microphone you will never recoup
When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup
Music virtuoso, melodical employer
I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya
Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived
Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive
So don't never ever in any kind of weather
Try to mess with the tall young l

Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums
And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum
So I inject in one more element to that of L.L.
Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells
During this episode vocally I explode
My title is the king of the FM mode
See, my volume expands to consume
And my structures emote a
al heirloom
Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating
Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting
For the duration, there's no articulation
Receiving ovation for the bell association
The vocalization techniques I employ
The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy
The injection of bells into this beat
The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet
Greater insulator microphone dominator
My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator
Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite
These bells are gonna rock all night
Rock the bells

The bells make your energy escalate
A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate
Subject matter entitled "The Bells"
The
al appraisement is by L.L.
My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane
I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame
Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist
Cool J exists as a journalist
I illuminate over any number on the Richter
My throat contracts like a boa constrictor
You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format
It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man
As you repain, you'll say I went
To torture individuals for exitement
Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor
Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor
Ignite and excite with verbal extensions
What I'll mention will put you on pension
Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble
The bells and if it don't
I disassemble
hit if you bit
I go have a fit
The master impresario of
al wit
A hip-hop creature, concert feature
Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya
When I commence with excellence
It eradicates levels of pestilence
Upon a plateau
No mortal can go
Mythological characters stand below
Rock the bells

A B-boy symphony complete with bells
No classical fanatic is parallel
From the design of my
s many people call me
An immortalized B-boy prodigy
Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena
No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina
Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor
Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda
Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range
And woofers need guarding
The bells rip your auditory canal
Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall
Be forced to assault
Our position will halt
Upset you with words
Drink your blood like it's a malt
Opposite of illusions
Evidently it's true
The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you
Hallucinating severe convulsion
Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion
I came here tonight to rock
These bells will never stop
Rock the Bells

Ya livin' on my lines side
Autographs I sign
Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme
Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator
You reline and refine, it and you save it for later
Swipe it as you type it
You recite it as you bite it
Then you claim it as your own to get them excited
About it as you shout it
You don't tell them how go it
And you it and rock it
Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it
It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite
You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate
If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate
You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars
You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars
I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush
Use a line, I make 'em hush
The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator
Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator
To see ya as you bit the words
You'd think you never heard
The mike sings like a hummin' bird
Rock the Bells

Jack the Ripper
King Hercules
Professor of Death in the Seven Seas
Grim reaper of rhyme
Holder of the rock
Eradicating suckers all around the clock
The supreme machine
A microphone dream
My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme
I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few
The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude
The story, the beginning of your death is heard
But your cries are ignored by the kind of word
I'm the super insane murderer in the rain
Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein
Exterminating crews with my manuscript
And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit
The night of the nights
You're my victim tonight
You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight
Bein' crushed by the source
It's reinforced (thoughts)
Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss
L.L. Cool J is your undertaker
Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker
Treble terminator, bass mutilator
You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator
On the microphone you will never recoup
When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup
Music virtuoso, melodical employer
I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya
Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived
Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive
So don't never ever in any kind of weather
Try to mess with the tall young l

Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
Straight up, all y'all niggas

Yo, Yo

Queens got the vets
click
)
(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the best
click
{Yo}
(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
Queens take ya heads {Yo}
click
{Yo}
(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the vets {Yo}
click
{Yo}
(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)

Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit
'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit
I'm here to crack ya cat's skulls open
Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin'
Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open
Ya rhymes is trash, that
aint worth the token
Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts
When I'm plottin this, overthrow the government
Burn the whole metropolis

al warfare, hip-hip apocalypse
Strap devils to the chairs
Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through
We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue
Flex could take one, too
The wait, I'm supplyin'
My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion
I'm ready for the showdown
Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down
I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd
Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game
Is something I can't avoid
Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy
I seek and destroy

Uhh, turn me up a little
I'm a blaze yall niggas and represent queens
Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline
Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back
What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that
The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics
Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't like it
With niggas that's invited without recited ignited
It burn madd slow and that's why - easy to light it
Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited
Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it
You wanna get your ass smacked up
So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up
But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up
Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up
It's the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be
And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me
I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea
And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death
Tonight there's no tomorrow
I'm out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua
But I can take it farther
Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava

Prodigy

Fucker, yo, aiyyo
This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day
We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things
Persistant, we keep comin' like some nigs
Droppin albums, every few years we rich
We the best, we the vets
We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit
It's P, nigga, check my record, it's flawless
Do the knowledge to the

Yeah ya fuckin' right
While I was raised on my fuckin' life
I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life
Large dollars, guns and ice
Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it
You know how the Q dogs do cousin
We don't follow trends, we set those, so get up on it
(So get up on it)

click

till fade - no background

L L
Teairra Mari
You seem like a type That
wanna do a couple things
When I look in your eyes
I can tell you ready to swing
Slow down baby I'm
waitin more than a fling
And I'm up on the game
That you own G screen
Damn it's like that
Cryin logical attacks
Your talkin really breezy
Easy that's crap
You need to fall back
What you sayin I'm a wreck
Teairra ain't a trick
I ain't with all that
Now see you talkin real ball
Your vibes is real cold
You better smarten up
Slide in the rolls
I'm not the next chick
You can hit the exit
Everything you sayin
It's just what I expected
Parts are projected
Many more are you collected
Life is a movie
I'm just tryna direct
You know like I know
You do wanna stay connected
Hit you to the rules
of the game Shorty check it
Chain on my neck
Preserve the sexy
The 0's in the check
Preserve the sexy
Crib and the whips
Preserve the sexy
Cash the chips
Preserve the sexy
The honey on my arm
Preserve the sexy
The ice and the charm
Preserve the sexy
Teairra Mari
Preserve the sexy
She man L on this beat
Preserve the sexy
You really should let me
Keep you in this epy
Straight E bees H bendels
ChanelI This is L
You doin a lot of frontin
But that ain't hard to tell
You tryna flip me
Naw B
That's T
Aha we'll see
Spend a little time with me
By the time I make a move
You'll be sayin finally
Ain't no moves to be made
Too many games get played
Too many chickens get
layed And watch their record
say she's tained
Where you from
Detroit
What that mean
I'm ma point
Relax we talkin
Don't get your
draws out of joint
I wanna see you smile
Elevate your life style
Cop a yacht
Hit the south the French
Not a chance
Keep your little advance
This one's on me
In the chef's a boar
You can eat for free
Slow down sweetie
My waist is 24
I'm far from greedy
You gonna love it believe me
Chain on my neck
Preserve the sexy
The 0's in the check
Preserve the sexy
Crib and the whips
Preserve the sexy
Cash the chips
Preserve the sexy
The honey on my arm
Preserve the sexy
The ice and the charm
Preserve the sexy
Teairra Mari
Preserve the sexy
She man L on this beat
Preserve the sexy
Back sippin Venome S
Spillin it all my leanin
My baby's smooth leather
It' softer than most women
Everything is crist
From my cuff to the trimmin
Words can't describe
All the gummers
that I've been in
I've been half caught in yes
Which whips every day
My lil jack Russell
Knows how to hustle
I stay with canary's on
Platinum on every song
Hate it or love it
Them respect how I does it
Well I'm not them
That's how I got gems
Cost a quarter million
Dollars For Donrims
Understand me Slim
That's how the game begin
If he was me
then he do the same to him
But L's the real deal
So tell me how you feel
Tell me one of your secrets
I keep my lips sealed
That's for me to know
And you to find out
Long as we both now
What we talkin bout
Chain on my neck
Preserve the sexy
The 0's in the check
Preserve the sexy
Crib and the whips
Preserve the sexy
Cash the chips
Preserve the sexy
The honey on my arm
Preserve the sexy
The ice and the charm
Preserve the sexy
Teairra Mari
Preserve the sexy
She man L on this beat
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy
What you wanna do
Preserve the sexy

[Chrus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
And put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
And set'em free from their doom.
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of fortune it spins
Holdin'
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin'
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers getting merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feeling
That sunshine bring in.
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible.
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
She said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
No
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
Like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya feel Bran Nubian
Instantly.
Boogie Down
And check this Production.
Gimme them lips
They look good for suction.
She said, "Sweet tease
Cool with a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like pound cake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch.
I said, "Do the jingle
And your from around the way.
I like your earrings
L's
But anyway,
Your grand-daddy is
Here to spread cheer.
Something nice and smooth
With my tongue in your ear.
Give me a snack
Some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
Ice Cube T
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid
Ride in my Capri and
That's the joint
They got the real clear CD in.
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."

[Chorus: x2]

She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more,
When I get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
And have an oil well
Show and tell.
I said, "Yo-Yo!
You're so intelligent
And elegant."
I n-I never Run to be D
With another MC
I got what I want
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list.
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
Ride.
Can you hear?
Never fear
Whatcha hear.
What ya hear
Is it clear?
Understand
And love ya big dear
And I will appear
My dear
With a beer
And bags full of cheer
And waterbed,
Yeah!
Cause I rumble and groan.
She said, "You got to be bad to
Make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
On the way your life shown.
Boo-ya!
How I'm jumpin' your bones
Like a Grand
Master in a Flash.
Put out your cigarette
And rest your tired ash.
All I wanna do
Is make woopie
Your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
You got the sexual profile.

[Chorus]

Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she loved Tupac
But hates some LL
Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings
She can take a prince, turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight
Pearly whites
Said a man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing inside the club
Do you really wanna thug
Or do ya want love
She gets the paper when it's time to get on
She keeps these clowns thinking like ?
Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats
No joke all this love, let it stay broke out
Behind every playa is a true playette
Bounce you up, outta there, push and check
Takes the choice have you nice and moist
Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce

Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was king of seduction
Cop a suction
Now she was the cat that worked construction
Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind
Dis a new lover
When you know it's on mine, thats on top
Lap dancing got to stop
You play out your chick
Cos your game is hot
I give you two Italian ice, my whole crew
He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue
You beefing, yellin' on the cell of my 6 ?
You reach it then you hear the cordless click
Now your club hopping
Keep the crystal popping, use my chips,
And take the next man shopping
Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and elbows each and everytime
Thats why I love you mummy you
Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby, work me out

Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was all sooped up, and played it just right
Mummy I was full blown
My game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah
No more ? no more maybeline?
Brand new he and me and you can bring it in
I'm sick and tired of freakin' night and ?
Moaning in the mirror
With my cubans on
Let bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames
Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back
Got it all figured out mummy I like that
Collect tips cop his and her whips ?
But close the safe
But you're worth it playgirl, i'ts real in the feel
Say what you want, but keep you're lips sealed

Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy

Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she love Tupac but hates some LL
Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings
She can take a prince, turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing inside the club
Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick
Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats
No joke all this love, let it stay broke out
Behind every playa is a true playette
Bounce you up, outta there, push and check
Taster's choice, have you nice and moist
Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was king of seduction, cop a suction
Now she was the cat that worked construction
Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind
Dis a new lover, when you know it's on mine
that's on top, lap dancin got to stop
You play out your chick cause your game is hot
I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew
He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue
You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6
You reach it then you hear the cordless click
Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin
Use my chips and take the next man shoppin
Hell no, must be out Chicago
on your knees and your elbows each and every time
That's why I love you mami, you
Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby
Work me out

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was all souped up, but played it just right
Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah
Keep it jinglin, no more minglin
A brand new year, me and you can bring it in
I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn'
Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on
Let bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames
Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back
Got it all figured out, mami I like that
Collect tips, cop his and her whips
The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe
But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field
Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she love Tupac but hates some LL
Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings
She can take a prince, turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing inside the club
Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick
Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats
No joke all this love, let it stay broke out
Behind every playa is a true playette
Bounce you up, outta there, push and check
Taster's choice, have you nice and moist
Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was king of seduction, cop a suction
Now she was the cat that worked construction
Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind
Dis a new lover, when you know it's on mine
that's on top, lap dancin got to stop
You play out your chick cause your game is hot
I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew
He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue
You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6
You reach it then you hear the cordless click
Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin
Use my chips and take the next man shoppin
Hell no, must be out Chicago
on your knees and your elbows each and every time
That's why I love you mami, you
Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby
Work me out

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

He was all souped up, but played it just right
Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight
I needed to switch up and get it in gear
It's a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah
Keep it jinglin, no more minglin
A brand new year, me and you can bring it in
I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn'
Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on
Let bygones be bygones, no more games
Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames
Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back
Got it all figured out, mami I like that
Collect tips, cop his and her whips
The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe
But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field
Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed

Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X)
(uh huh) (go ahead daddy)

10..
Mm, MMM, mmm, mmm

*If you need me baby I'm, FOR, real
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise..
If you want it baby just, BE, real
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

We went through this before
Actin like the L's can't bag 'em no more
Nightgown draggin on the heated marble floor
Flash Cartier when you open up the door - slide these on baby
So butter, still relate to the gutter
Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted
Fell in love with a cat who's gifted
Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it
Pop a bottle, light a purple candle
I got somethin that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
I'm sayin baby
Touch it why don'tcha (ohh) touch it why don'tcha (ohh)
Touch it why don'tcha (ayy) touch it why don'tcha (mmm)
Hey girl.. aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

*Repeat

Next phase is this
Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce
God's my witness (uh)
I paid the price for paradise, so I'm livin this
I never limit myself, the L's fearless
Lay back while I illuminate the darkness
Like it smooth don'tcha
Make it move won'tcha, think I won't?
Take you to your peak I know them other cats don't
And it won't stop - this is beyond paper
First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya
Never pimpin, raise my girls well
Young thoroughbreds get schoolled by Uncle L.L.
C-double, L tattooed on the bubble
I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle
True love is so rare
But don't you worry I ain't goin nowhere

*Repeat

**Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
I'll take you to paradise, oooohh
So won't you try me, try me - try, this, lady
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly
At the telly on the celly - get that money Elle
Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it
then the man can achieve it; you gotta breathe it
And I breathe deep, I'm one with the universe
Minimum, ten percent go to God first
Lay back baby, close your eyes
Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs
So much shade baby, the waterbed fries
Walk around nude in the suite yellin, "Recognize!"
Do your dance, baby pour me a class
It feels so good to have the world in a smash
Touch it why don'tcha (ohh) touch it why don'tcha (ohh)
Touch it why don'tcha (ayy) touch it why don'tcha (mmm)
Hey girl.. aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

*Repeat

** Repeat

Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby
Sky's the limit
If you can see it, you can be it
Ha ha, it's on you, word up
Everybody put your hands in the air
It's high time baby
One love, one God, recognize, uhh

If you need me, just call me
Said if you want me, just be for reallll
And if you like me, come and talk to me
And if you want me, tell me how you feeelll

*Repeat

Intro:

I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin
Mmm,
(Do you want to be a player) Yeah
(Then you got to have that flavour)
More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(Do you got to be right) Second move y'knowI'msayin?
(at all times?) Yeah, all the time, all good

Verse 1:

Uhh, that's the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
It's another one (Damn, not another one) Yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(So what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should I stop 'fore it drops?
Who knows? Who goes? Who flows?
Me and you? (Yeah) just remember boo
(I promise I'll remember) Everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond

Chorus:

Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you wanna be a player?) Uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(Then you got to have that flavour) Yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you got to be right)
(at all times) Papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*

Verse 2:

Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (No doubt) All the time, miss
Is he right? (No doubt) One of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
It's my duty to dig booby
Make a video (

If I'm hot for you and you're hot for me
What you got for me is no shock to me
Can't believe that you're my property
.....
The feeling of hitting the lottery
...... monopoly
But they don't compare to what you got for me
The taste of the puddin' is so chocolaty
I'm so conceited so obscene and still got my sneakers and my chain all leanin'
And when I hit it right it start gleamin' mean faces for what was the reason
....chop it a little bit
its hard to read you like I'm illiterate
but im ready for the graduation
yeah go ahead and repeat that rotation

Give me all you got baby tonight
Now's the perfect time
Come blow my mind
It's cold out here please let me come inside
Oooh so warm at night
You blow my mind, heeeyyy...

You can go ahead and talk greasy
Tell me that you never had it this deeply
I'ma whisper slick you respond sweetly
Extra freaky, I trick and you treat me
I'll give you take but don't hesitate
When you feel it go and throw it right back
Just let me hold ya by ya shoulders then you can take it like that
I knew you was a champ girl got your leg on the dresser kickin' the lamp girl
Run the shower, let's go in the bathroom girl
'Cause the temperature is hotter than high noon girl
Crack that door let the steam flow
Ain't nobody here but me and you let it go
You never it this good you already know
Give me all you got girl really though

Give me all you got baby tonight
Now's the perfect time
Come blow my mind
It's cold out here please let me come inside
Oooh so warm at night
You blow my mind, heeeyyy...

You're the sexiest woman I've ever known
My mind is blown
You're simple beautiful how you do it to me
You're showin' me things I'd never do
Whole 'nother side of you
Just keep what you do it feels like

You can go ahead and hit a wild climax
Ain't no way I'm 'bout to let you relax
Let me see if you can hold me on ya back
Let me see ya body wine to the track
....chop it a little bit
It's hard to read you
It feels like I'm illiterate
But I'm ready for the graduation
yeah go ahead and repeat that rotation

Give me all you got baby tonight
Now's the perfect time
Come blow my mind
It's cold out here please let me come inside
Oooh so warm at night
You blow my mind, heeeyyy...

Give me all you got got
Give me Give me.
Give me Give me.
Give me Give me.

One shot
Oh lord
You know, it's gonna be a lot of negative things surroundin you
Tryin to pull you down
But what you have to remember is
it's up to you - it's your choice
You only get one shot in life
and you only get one shot at love

Did you ever notice - everytime you fall in love
and it seems like you finally met the perfect match
Everything is perfect, it seems divine
but for some strange reason, there's always a catch
It's a one-way relationship, it hurts inside
One person smirks while the other one cries
Butterflies in the stomach of the one whose in love
It cuts like a knife, the truth mixed with lies

One shot (one shot at love..)
One shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
One shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
One shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
That's all you get

Physical and mental, those are two different loves
Physical's a moment, mental is forever
If the physical fades and gets weak, all of a sudden
Remember, it's the mental love that keeps you together
You gotta be strong and endure the hard times
Cause af-ter hard times, good times, always follow
And when you're kissin and huggin and makin love
treat that person like there's no tomorrow

One shot (one shot at love..)
One shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
That's all you get baby; one shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
One shot at love, one.. shot.. (one shot at love..)
That's all you get [sniff]

Jealousy - don't let it interfere
Don't let it come in between
the love you two share, cause jealousy's a hateful God
So merciless and mean
And it's only job in life, is to ruin relationships
and pit two people against, one another
And because of this God, the one you love so much
will no longer be your lover

One shot (one shot at love..)
Aww baby, one shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
That's all we get, one shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
I mean this baby, one shot at love, one shot (one shot at love..)
That's all..

I hope you understand what I just said
All I'm sayin is that you only get one shot at love in life
and you have to hold on to that shot, take advantage of it
cause when you lose it, it's gonna hurt real bad
Take it from me
You only get one shot, and I mean that
One shot

You only get you only get you only get one [2X]
One shot at love..
You only get you only get you only get one [2X]
One shot at love..
You only get you only get you only get one [2X]
One shot at love..
You only get you only get you only get one [2X]
One shot at love.. [fades]

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome ya'll to Exit 13
My name is LL Cool J
AKA the GOAT
R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh

[LL Cool J:]
I told ya'll that I would make a killing
I told ya'll I blow like Mount St. Helen's
I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain
Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin
I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling
Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow
I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns
I effeminate these clowns, trynna take me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now'
The Phenomenon, ladies love the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno

[LL Cool J:]
I told ya'll that I was coming back
I told ya'll I ain't going out like that
I told ya'll I was the greatest to ever rap
And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map
I told ya'll, I wasn't like them other cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your girl's labito
There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't listen to these liars
Ladies and gentlemen, these niggas is selling you up
Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road
Them niggas faking like the Wizard

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J:]
Is it really possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on top?
24 years, I ain't forget the block
You can ask my man Jay in the shop
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm there
Ya'll can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut
I told ya'll I wasn't giving up
I told ya'll, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that shit you do

[Chorus x2]

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome ya'll to Exit 13
My name is LL Cool J
AKA the GOAT
R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
I told ya'll that I would make a killing
I told ya'll I blow like Mount St. Helen's
I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain
Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin
I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling
Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow
I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns
I effeminate these clowns, trynna take me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now'
The Phenomenon, ladies love the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm

<i>[Chorus: LL Cool J]</i>
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
I told ya'll that I was coming back
I told ya'll I ain't going out like that
I told ya'll I was the greatest to ever rap
And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map
I told ya'll, I wasn't like the other cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your girl's labito
There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't listen to these liars
Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up
Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road
Them niggas faking like the Wizard

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
Is it really possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on top?
24 years, I ain't forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the shop
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm there
Ya'll can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut
I told ya'll I wasn't giving up
I told ya'll, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that shit you do

<i>[Chorus 2x]</i>

C'mon
{Noooooobody}
(You wanna do this again?)
Uh huh Uh Huh
(You sure?)
Uh huh Uh huh
Keep it right there yeah

A lime to a lemon a lemon to a lime
C'mon baby you gotta gimme mine
Whatever I do I'm garaunteed to shine
I wanna see if your pony is genuine
(Better ride it right, Hi-ho silver to the early light {early light baby}
Slow it down a bit, get your face all yet drown in it)
No doubt, the opposite of '96
(You turn me on sugar lick your lips)
Girlfriend, keep it right there, face down with your hands in the air
(Yeeaaahhh!)
Watch my rocks
What's my M-O?
(Always hot)
As for my flow?
(It don't stop)
Am I good to go?
(Not my loss)

Keith Sweat

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

LL Cool J, (LeShaun)

Kitty kat ain't nothin' but skin and bones
You could flip it, lick it, or leave it alone
You could grip, trick it, to each his own
(I'll make your manhood shine like chrome)
What?, you could work me out
(I told you my ex-man turned me out, held me till I melt it down)
Pound for pound I could freal 'em out
Lover zone
(Unplug the phone)
You were out when ya mom and I home
(Stop, I'll shut you down, round and round, round and round)
Work it out now, c'mon, here's your reward
All aboard!
Word up, you can't get up, I'll leave your black cherry all split up, uh

LL Cool J, (LeShaun)

(Ooh all that drama sound real good, love to ride you)
Wish you would
(Yeah, but you won't call me back,
man can't take it when it's squeezed like that
I bite back, re-mat, strike that, a real live player won't do me like that)
True, what if I strip for you, dance on the bed while you under my leg
Would you suck your fingers, start to beg, or would you crawl like a tiger
and give me some head
Either way you can have it your way
(Four play all day)
A.K.A. John Mickens, so I won't be trickin'
(We doin it, and doin' it, and doin' it well
but you ain't gettin' shit till I hear weddin' bells)

(2x

Intro:

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out

Verse 1:

I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

Hook:

And don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

Verse 2:

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

Interlude:

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo

Verse 3:

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Outro:

Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
mother[BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around
Farmers
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

[LL Cool J]
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said - well, hell
L can yell or make em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
step aside, you might get fried
by the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
your attention away, from the rest who say
they can mess with Cool J the best of to-day
and best cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
I'ma attack smack and make em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack
to rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give em a gift
that's swift, other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, don't bite, to reach heights
The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
so I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
LL hard as hell, the lyrical lord
The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
my rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
solo, on the microphone
MC's -- don't let me catch you alone
I'm nitro!

Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
You're just a minimum, messin with the maximum
And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wreckin
not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checkin
out the sound you'll find that it's genuine
Bet that you'll rewind this a thousand times
You can taste the bass like it's filet-of-sole
I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
I drop the bomb like I'm in 'Nam and go beyond
the normal boundaries of too much harm
to MC's, but as they say please I freeze
Rhymes like these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I don't understand em
The ones I didn't get, are on a memorandum
Lines I recite are spontaneous
The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous
So pass the crown, bow down and give in
I'm the Prince of Rap, that's how we livin
Settin milestones on the microphone
Empires are overthrown, and I ain't even baritone
No joke I spoke then God stroke
as Job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
Conquered and killed on the microphone
MC's -- don't let me catch you alone
LL's nitro!
Nitro!

Yo, flammable -- like gasoline
Threatening -- like a guillotine
It's like a bad dream when you battle my team
I go to every extreme to make MC's scream
I'm clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
with whoever, whenever, I never
ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
I'm so nice yo, flowin with the maestro
Murderin and hurtin MC's because I'm nitro
The earthquakes'll kill snakes and fakes
You can't flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks
Now that we're straight and that's clear
watch all the big mouths - dissapear
Disintergrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devestate you all
There's no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
be on the lookout, LL made a comeback
Full of power, I'ma devour
I stand tall as a tower, I won't allow a
MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, M-C's
On the microphone, I'm nitro!
Nitro!
Yo (funky)

I daze amaze faze blaze and beat em down
Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
Rhymes I write em in, recite em and then slide em in
Order to slaughter comp that start soon as I begin
Total domination, across the nation
Devestation, cut sensation, it's the invasion
of L the Terrible, devestating rhymin wiz
I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is
Slick, I get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The L, L, C, O, O -- L J Period now you know bro!
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what you know
unless you're dumb cause yo I'm nitro-glycerin
listenin and takin notes
Icin enticin and slicin throats

It's for the ghetto..
For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)

Leanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block
Behind the Dolce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots
Frostbit and I'm turnin blue, that's why I'm so hot
Put the hustle down majorly and never get knocked
Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve
Rent the presidential suite out, snatch ya bird
My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky
In the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece splitted
Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted
And my minks is fitted, lyrically I'm sid-dick
Honey frontin when you around, I always hit it
The boss is home, regulatin on chrome
Tell Russell it's line one, LL's on the phone

*Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
(ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!

Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what
Y'all need to do, when I come through, give it up
Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin
Chains might be gold, the joints always platinum
(And rims) always chrome (jeans) always pressed
(Loot) always right (cut) always fresh
(Gear) always dipped (honey) always bangin
(You hot?) Always, my niggy nuts always hangin
Hold it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002 b-boy sound
Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game
You shoulda never tried, to SLIDE in my lane
Guaranteed-to-blow-the-block-up
When-I-ease-this milky white drop up
Wanna bang ya, that's all you need to know
50 deep in Summer Jam, I closed the show

*Repeat

Nuts, y'all, baby - stay flowin!
Hit Big B, tell him bring the Mo' in (bring it in)
Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (all night baby)
Uncut raw, what we give 'em
Hell yes - bounce to the music! (bounce)
When the joint come on, everybody lose it
(This year) leave the bar, hit the floor
Represent, let these clowns know who you are
When it's bangin like this, why stop? (Why stop?)
Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?)
The flow of the century
Got your Belve splashin to the melody, what you tellin me?
This is fresh - 'til the day I die
Leavin momma with a tear in her eye
You was frontin for a minute, now what?
You snapped when the joint dropped

*Repeat (X2)

[Verse 1]
The President woke and he called the Pope
The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope
P.S. the Lord raised Michelangelo from the dead
So he can make a fresh painting of my head
Then I hung out with a king and a queen
And the queen put me down with her polo team
The way I scored points all around the clock
I had her daughter, the princess riding my jock
I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard
Then I took a little trip into a deck of cards
The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades
Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade
Then I played cards with the queen of clubs
The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love
As for the queen of diamonds, she don't like men
Because you know that a diamond is a girl's best friend
The double-trouble spade was named the deuce
And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news
There was 52 cards, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[Verse 2]
Then I took a trip to the center of the earth
I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first
I met these funny little people, they called em skeezers
So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer
Tight leather pants that'll make you grunt
Two nice soft things right up front
The center of the earth ain't got no crime
Just people bodyrockin to the L.L. rhyme
If you're kinda confused to what a skeezer is
It's just a girl who's on my jock cause I'm in showbiz
There was a whole lot of skeezers, I dogged everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[Verse 3]
Woke up late one afternoon
Realized I was in the world of cartoons
He-Man told me he'd beat me up
Because he thought that I looked like Donald Duck
Then I hung out with Spiderman
He told me he was gonna start a comic strip band
The Incredible Hulk was gonna play the drums
Charlie Brown grabbed the guitar and started to strum
Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone
But Tom & Jerry both said he should leave it alone
Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse
He had two freaks, so we went to his house
Mickey's freak was ugly, but mine was def
So I knocked it off until there wasn't none left
They were cartoon characters, I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[Verse 4]
Since I'm a good friend of father time
I'm not getting older as I say this rhyme
I was warming the stove at the Alamo
Before Booth shot Lincoln I stole the show
I was down with George at the Delaware
But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair
Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull
We made a peace pipe, then we took a pull
Then he brought more leaves from a golden chest
You thought it was tabacco, the shit was cess
There was a lot of great men, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[Verse 5]
11:33, I swear it's no sooner
I went inside my TV, I met _The Honeymooners_
Ralph wanted me to bust a couple of rhymes
But I had my eyes on Alice's behind
Norton came down right about that time
Looking in the fridge, so he could swine and dine
Then I said to myself, I should give em a taste
So I pulled the microphone out my black briefcase
Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow
Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol
Ralph said, "I got a scheme, let me get to it"
"Norton, my pal," I said, "Yo, don't even do it"
They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[Verse 6]
Cause my tongue cuts sharp, I hit a note like a harp
Or a harmonica, Veronica, I do my part
In a bedroom with leg room I'm strong like a monsoon
Chilled in Maui-Waui and I carry a harpoon
Stopped at the isle that's Mali, cause we got ill
Wrote my name on a rock at the top of the hill
I searched for other ways, made love in caves
And I kicked the ill beats that make the natives raise
Now I'm gonna tell you what all this means
From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens
There's a lyrical technician who came to play
Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J
All of this is just a story that I made up
Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator's cuts
Some of it's fiction, and some of it's fact
Not another common rap with a heavy drum track
A whole lot of rhymes, and I wrote everyone
That story is over, and my rhyme IS DONE
Huh!

The big showdown the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life and take ya like python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wan

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin for nuttin less
My strategy is splittin brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
And scoopin hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up

What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off like a hot air balloon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BLANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up

Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Talkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up