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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, six minutes I know why you're here I ain't sayin nothin Aiyyo baby I know why you're here I know what you're doing I can see it in your eyes you're up to somethin I know what it is, but we're still cool And we can |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman is scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion Using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap but petty You're ready for loving You're real independent so your parents be bugging But if you ever need a place to stay (Oooh you love me) Come around my way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here You say meet me half way Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your home girls crew While the businessmen in suits be hawking you Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining I think you in the mood for whining and dining So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me shook) I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh yea I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me The only one for me I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (You got me shook up shook down shook out) (till fade) |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya scratched Nothin Just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Keep 'em there Yo run the jewels run the jewels run the jewelsI used to be rollin like a millionaire Cash |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Bring on the mo's and ho's Don't snooze or doze Cause I'm rippin up shows Hold your nose, dead bodies are around I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown I write |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
(Hey man, don't you realize In order for us to make this thing work, man We've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?) Ba-ha-ha-ha... Yes, yes, y'all Ah, ah That's funky Yeah Hey yo, Marley, man Yo, what's up, man? Hey yo, man You know We was gettin busy on the album everyday We been gettin funky, but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers Knowmsayin? Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some of them early MC's You used to be kickin it with back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet But first I gotta like introduce it Youknowmsayin? Aight, kick it...Back in the days, before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man Talkin bout big money and future plans I always told the brothers, if I got a contract When the money started flowin, I'd be back To do a jam, against all odds Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Boulevard Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb explosion Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp-ass claws, and I break all laws In a while all jaws, cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved (Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk Or walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sport Football, soccer, whatever you savour You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor Ha! L'll have you breakin locks I'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for years No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears 'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers On the Boulevard Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here Hey yo, hey yo Hey yo Uncle L, let's go... Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip Yo, what's up, man Kick a little somethin Kick out the can and slam Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up And the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-up Some step aside, but a few play me close Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried And the fool who wants to deal with another dose I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose Farmers Boulevard, the place Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to Leatherface Smokin MC's in an instant At my side bustin caps is T-Boogie, my assistant Throw that speaker in the trash Why's that? Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash Big Money Grip makin you get up Farmers Crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up Yo, yo, yo It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man Yo, what's up Hi C... Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme More than a line on time, because I'm gettin mine Never underestimate the skill of a great one The Boulevard Lord, shorts, never take none Another funky rapper from around the way Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past Any punks on the block, yo, never could last And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag (One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag) Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo It's kinda funky out here Yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I was - Yo, what's up? [ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man Youknowmsayin? Farmers Boulevard, baby Yo, I was kinda - I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it But yo, L Won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people, aight? Aight, let me sum this up Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we're from Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get none F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test Marley Marl in the background doin the rest Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato Get up out my face before I play you like Play-Doh I did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers BoulevardKeep on (Farmers Boulevard) To the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all Yes, yes, y'all You don't stop |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Yo baby Put your seatbelt on I got my paperwork, don't worry It's cool Illegal search (Do you wanna see it?) (I'm gonna do it) What the hell are you lookin for? Can't a young man make money anymore? Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor Or is |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
[And you say New York City... (They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk. People spread gossip and believe what they must, but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust. A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed, and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed. Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice); and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice. I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan- -natics of the Asiatic miracle man. Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real. Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel. He's so-so, I got the instinct. They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink. You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love: Let me see your earrings jingle, love... I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you. That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul. Rise, suprise, and I advise you all. To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt. My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh. I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch. Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch. You're real funny, you really try to go for yours. But I know why: you ain't had no dough before. So you tried and lied to drain my fame. This ain't a game, yo, you know my name. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now, dance to my remix single... When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think, cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink. And tried to run down that, I can't get over that garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son. I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'. Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins. Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it. Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to the mother!) Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker, and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now... lemme see your earrings jingle... .break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me, your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B. You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice, but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice. Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb. Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves. Played your hand, lost track of your plan, when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man. Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get. I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin', you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'. You know you can't create and get mean like this; when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! When it's all over, said and done, my friend, they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again." So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop. Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop. I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor. Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter) [And you say New York City] |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Ooh yeah Mh Hey yo, man Ain't nothin like a nice bowl of cornflakes in the morning to smooth you out Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest female of them all? It was Frosted Flake, she loved to bowl And although her skin was white she had a lot of soul Rich female, very debonnaire Drivin a Rolls with rollers in her hair We was hangin out, pumpin the stereo She took me to a club, I think the name was Cheerio's She walked like she was jumpin a hurdle I was happy as a kid that just saw _Mutant Ninja Turtles_ A guy walked over, said, "Your earring's cute" I said, "I'm wearin a earring, but it ain't no Fruit Loop" Me and Frosted went to get a drink But she ordered somethin bugged and I ain't know what to think She ordered potassium, calcium Carbohydrate scotch with sodium She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth She's Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal I went to Vegas, didn't think it'd do any harm I walked into this girl named Lucky Charm For some reason we walked in the rain She had a four-leaf clover with a big gold chain She had a salary that was full of calories, for real And I was in the mood for a homecooked meal So we went to be alone But we had to be quiet, cause her cornpops was home Kissed her neck, kissed her back, kissed her arms I said, "Forget it, let me see your lucky charms" When we began her hairstyle was neat But when I left the next morning it looked like shredded wheat Talked about marriage, I said, "That's risky Besides, it's such a waste of Rice Crispies" She had a robe with the velours material Her pops woke up, I said, "Hello Mr. Cereal I came this morning to deliver the paper" He said, "Stop frontin, I know you caught the vapors That's my daughter, so save your croonin You better find another bowl of cereal to stick your spoon in" Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Yeah, check this out here: Then there was Pebbles, times was rough She was turnin tricks to get her 'coo-coo puff!' Her mind was gone, but she turned me on, in fact She was wearin an Apple Jack hat With a full-link fox and some pink bobby-socks Her father had a greedy disease, fried chicken pocks We called him Hungry Jack He talked like pops, and then he dressed like The Mack He invited me out to lunch With a old army buddy of his, Captain Crunch The waiter said, "Jack, what would you like today?" He said, "I don't know, just make it Special, 'K?" He said, "Cool," came back with the order That's when I said, "Hey yo, Jack, I like your daughter" He said, "Pebbles? Boy, are your crazy? I said, "Nah, I wanna ride in a Mercedes She could sing while I'm swingin my thing Cause her burgers taste better than Burger King" He said, "Go party, do some minglin You and my daughter, your brain must be jinglin" I said, "It's smooth, no disrespect She'll sign a pre-nup, so she don't get half of my week check" Then we walked down the aisle Our honeymoon was milky - cereal style You know what I'm sayin? Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Milky Ha-ha-ha Peace! |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
Nah y'all nah y'all uh-uh I ain't disrespectin though I'm just sayin it happen to me It can happen to him How you doin? What's your name? Uh, mmm, haha Oh you're his girl Hello my name is Mr. Goodbar I'm came to offer champagne Later on maybe I'll tell |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
(To da break of dawn) All my sex involved As we get funky Rhymes so bizarre Everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects And I can't resist So we get funky in the house Youknowmsayin? L.L. Cool J style What? This ain't on a pop tip Check it out What is a panther? A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow Made another million, so competators bow Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on Ha, you can't handle the whole weight Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up french fry I'm that type of guy And I slammed you know, just like a sumo Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yukmouth smile Cause brother, you ain't got no style Keep on (To da break of dawn) (To da break of dawn) Yeah Keep on (To da break of dawn) Hey yo, that's kinda funky But check this out here (Rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Yeah... Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse And spread the news, you lose To the damager, microphone manager Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur That amateur swingin a hammer >From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift But I'm the wrong brother to dance with Cause I don't need a partner to swing Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town So don't try to play post, clown You know the L.L.'s back in town And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down (_shot_) Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone Stop dancin, get to walkin Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose >From that jherri curl juice Cool J is back on the map And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap That's right, a little kick for that crap Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) Funk it up I said keep on (To da break of dawn) (Yo, rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Check this out Yeah... How dare you stand beside me I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients But I'ma drink you down over the rocks While I freak on your album cover jocks You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason that your record sold a few copies But your rhymes are sloppy Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief Workin in a parking lot A brother with a perm deserves to get burned So tell me how you like your coat cream? On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? With your tv on channel fuzz Uncle L, that's how much damage he does Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin Over here at Marley Marl house Just coolin out My man Clash in the house Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler Loungin back Keep on Peace |
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from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America (비비스와 버트헤드) [ost] (1995)
Oh my God, you know...
I'm the best when it comes to makin' love all night Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light Blaze it up girl, i'm a lace it real tight Go deep 'til the full moon turn to sunlight 'Til the darkness is gone love remains strong Like the bond between the child is so worn 'Til the touch, passionate interludes is such When your gone, your body's what i yearn to clutch Just imagine ecstacy floatin' in a cloud Animal attraction burnin' through the crowd Heaven on earth, paradise for a price It's cool though, I'll play ya For the rest of my life, you know why 1- Ain't nobody does me better Makes me happy, makes me feel this way Ain't nobody does me better You can take it girl, stop runnin', uh... I'm explorin' your body and your aroginous zones Like a black tiger caged up, 'til you come home lovely You make a man swoon like a boy The love is so soft, it gets hard to enjoy 'Cause the mind flys, and sometimes the sex lies Smooth little girls fall in love with rough guys But you can chop a big heart down to pint size I guess that's what it sounds like when the dove cries Uh, the whole world is trapped up in a maze But you say there's real good lovin' for rainy days Uh, the lord works in mysterious ways He musta put you on this earth for all men to praise (rpt 1) As i travel through your body our souls become one Indivisible, uh, it's getting critical son I'm on the run from love and chase me out the bag Get the point boo, you hit it right on the head It's an endless adventure, two bodies collide Can't fufill a dreams when a queen by side forever Infinite time we intertwine destiny We fall in love by design What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours The road less traveled is ours to explore I adore you, heavenly angel shine light Hold my hand, i'll be your guide through the night (rpt 1) (Spoken by L.L.:) come on now, a man don't choose a woman, A woman chooses a man Give you half for a second Then I'll give you the full plunge, uh (rpt 1) |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby That's right, don't try to front like your fly GET OUT THERE! <i>[LL Cool J]</i> To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat? Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more than a fat man after a pack-a-jam L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes I'm dope on a rope (???) water elope I do the hustle and the shuffle and the roper dope Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Three hundred and fifty seven reasons why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now We ain't playin, we came here to get ill Iller than ill, LL youknowI'msayin? <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz So nasty you don't know whether to stay or leave More fear then Evan Bluebeard I serve primrose A picture of me is like a part of Michaelango's I don't play the banjo will you ever understand yo Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo Cocks strong half a block wrong Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong Not a battle axe not one of the mill Not easily knocked out or easily killed Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> A hundred and ninety five pounds punk More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts KnowI'msayin? Now get yourself on the floor Stop actin like a sissy <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts Wanna step in the ring with me you must be mushed Now ices in a crisis afraid when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin But filling when the scene I mean I'm icin and acin Amateurs who like it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em I remember the blood and I remember what told em I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the audacity to try and mess with him and me Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat ?Pellum? (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Rock the beat now that can be arranged Yo baby you look fine spread em Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your pocket Who is this? Move it, move it, move it <i>[LL Cool J]</i> I'm a nappy, sappy crappy imitator of who If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you, ooooh You don't know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified Get back better yet step back get dat Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte This goes out whether the blues is old news P's and Q's keep me in your shoes and you're dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong And cause I'm capable of makin a platinum LP Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin Callin all cars for the brother in black L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track I'm force full of force to put you on your back Makin hit after hit while you sent for a contract Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get Leavin rappers fee's dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Now the LL posse is now handin out speed knots to all those who don't want to get busy That's right baby get your body on the floor Move it, move it .357 at point blank range ain't nothin strange you're havin a heart attack is at your back Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather Last of the red hot loving MC's Looking for a little, that's my theory It goes quick like lightning, too exciting Lover of ladies, don't allow biting Level-headed leader, toy boy feeder Good love life and a rhyme biter beater Looking, learning, the one you're liking Listen and you will love what I'm writing Ladies love, long, hard and lean And now you know what L.L. means [Chorus] Let's get ill! Come on now Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Lightning in the sky, L.L. don't lie I can hold a larger load than those other little guys My literature is the land's highest law The man of the brand, one you look out for I'm loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker Listen to my rhyme Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn't late The love every little bit of the cuts he creates First not last, leader of the class, see From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearing Lee's The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E I bust your lip, my level won't slip Clocking crazy dollars on the L.L. tip Come on! [Chorus] Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref When I die, there will be no lovers left I'm the little girl liker, legendary writer Let's see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter My love is long and my lyrics rock loud Lurking shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club Ladies Love, the man you dream of [Chorus] Never ever lost, not lonely or alone You can call me the last Capone Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids Don't need a legal lawyer, I ain't doing no bid Cause the ladies know my bass is low Rocking L after L ever since the intro Liberace couldn't rock it like the long-legged pro Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don't eat Alpo Come on [Chorus] All over the land they listen to my jams Like a cherry lollipop when you're licking your hand I'm popping and locking, so I can give you a list All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff I love giving em bliss, having my name on the list I'm the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn Cold laugh cause they don't like it every time I return Come on [Chorus: Repeats] |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
[LL Cool J]
G, G, G, G, G, G Get [LL Cool J] Down, to the rhythm that'll rock the walls Go sporting and Jordan's and I'm on the balls Don't lacking I'm black but I'm not ?Lou Wrong? Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all So get down with the entrepreneur of funk Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin Monk Ain't down with Johnny Cousin know as use at a jam So to hell with Anne McMahon & Tom McCan J-Ski is the box, farmers is the street Signing hungry-over-beasts that's why I always eat Up to you to guess whose rocking the funky sound If you don't know never mind come on and get down [Chorus] Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down [LL Cool J] Hard like haystacks cow-hold Calling me a sucker boy you're pushin a broom If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place Got a Cunningham family from my happy days Not the boys that play the bench for the Oakland A He drop you to a hop to the record he play Couldn't keep it a secret I'm L.L. Cool J Rhymes are all wack and real all real Yo Earl, tell the party people the deal [Earl] Yo listen here Ya ain't no thing, can't complain They catch like a muh'fuck pass to J [LL Cool J] That's right I'm back he's talks how to rap He used to Smurf now you're jacking cause my name's on the map Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says is that he loves hats With a hands like a hatcher, Cut Creators in bat Cut Creator on the fader the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Cut Creator cut the record so they don't forget Get down [Chorus] [LL Cool J] I make hard rock jams for hard rock fans What I'm sayin is for real this ain't lala land Got a can full of jams pullin off the lid Competition in New York is doin what I did Cold sender of a story I paid my dues I rocked at house parties I was down with crews Now I'll never be caught I'm on my P's and Q's And for the rest of your life you wanna be in my shoes I scar like stones hard like cement and I rocked every jam that I ever went Cause I got a better reppin than any emcee has And I'm down like a brother from Alcatraz Get down [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni-ninja I rap the boss is back the only man you should call when the party's packed From Paris to L.A they say I'm as sharp as a pin When it's a Cool J party you gotta get in So I'm making big steps like Gladys Knight in the pier One rhyme you're on my tensils as I leave my lip Up the block kids are talking and spreading the news About the new grandmaster the one you'll choose Cause I'm chuckling I wanna stomp the rest When I kick it couldn't bore it could only impress I'm not a Hula-Hoop this isn't a passing phase Hard work pays I'm getting straight up A's Cool J is running things I want it understood Executioner I should wear a black hood And carry an axe cause I'm ruff on wax Speakers speaking "phone-wear from durable" eight-tracks Get down (G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down) |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK 5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK 9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens I was rockin at a bar called one eighteen Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top Livin on Farmers Boulevard I was born at Bayshore Slap the rich and shake hands with the poor And this is a story about a brother I know Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] Way back in the days before I clocked some dough I used to go to the show and sit in the front row Hopin and prayin one day I'd get on a roll So I'd have Fila in the summer and a mink when it's cold Not fearin of course, cockstrong like a horse No man's runnin my posse, cause each man is a boss When his homie can't wait to pull a jam out the crate One time for your mind Check out the guitar break [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to sing He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for Ain't enforcin no rules ain't breakin no laws We ain't a rock n roll band in pinstripe and plaid Just my posse learned to work for what little they had It's all about us three: E, Phil & Jay He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut It's like travellin through time to the stray cats strut Cuts are slicker than Grease needles sharper than knives We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of our lives Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S Cut Creator cut the record for me [Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S ["Cut it" in background] Go, go, go, go, ahh, go [Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life, I see I need love There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal Playing make believe pretending that I'm true holding in my laugh as I say that I love you Saying amor kissing you on the ear whispering I love you and I'll always be here Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around Inside my soul because my soul is cold one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love I need love Romance sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet It's deja vu whenever I'm with you I could go on forever telling you what I do But where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug this love search is really making me bug And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean Fantasy's can run but they can't hide and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside I need love I need love I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you suck on you neck, caress you and rub you Grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad I've got money but love's something I've never had I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget I need love I need love See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger Friendship, trust honor respect admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation It's taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considerate and do all I can Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much my body tingles all over from the slightest touch Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally find you watch our love unfurl I need love I need love Girl, listen to me When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall fantasies, they go through my mind And I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen I'll be waiting I love you |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
(Calling all cars, calling all cars...) (Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples) (Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers) (Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east) (Alias L.L. Cool J) (He's bad...) Aaaahhhhhhhhhh... No rapper can rap quite like I can I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop" If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would And when rap begin then I gotta join in and Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win Cool J has arrived so you better make way Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play! Sparring competition that's my hobby and job I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped I'm bad (Cool J) (Cool J) (Cool J) (C C C C Cool J J) (Cool J) (C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J) I'm like Tyson icin' I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin Because I'm bad as can be got my voice all waxed Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed I couldn't shouldn't and it'll stay that way The best rapper you've heard is L.L. |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
I met this new girl with big juicy lips
And nice round hips, I mean her body's a trip And when I go over her house, you know what I like? The way she tells me "take it off" and never says "syke" Yo, I'm never in need, she's feedin' my greed She never waits for me to ask, she takes the lead Her tongue is sticky, and hickeys are her specialty E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don You're mad and I'm happy that she put me on I'll never leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] About Kanday (I, feel, good) About Kanday (I, feel, good) Now & Laters gum drops, jellybeans Brothers beg for the leg, she's on the cheerleading team It feels wicked, every time I stick it, that's right When we're alone she never ever acts polite Hey yo, she blows me kisses, she does my dishes I wished I bust two and she grants my wishes She's clever in bed, she uses her head She's the kinda girl that keeps a fat man well fed Left to right all night, the chick's outta sight I broke my lamp shade in half because I don't use a light Man, she's juicy like a berry, chocolate with the cherry Ask me if it's good and I'll have to say very Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] I'm feelin' gooder than good, if you wouldn't I would If you could, I know you could, she's kickin' back in the hood When she starts to get off she can knock off a cough I know 'cough' don't rhyme with 'boss', but she made me her boss She's the talk of my room whenever I'm in my room My little brother loves her more than his favorite cartoon Her body's bad, the girl's built, skin like silk Wet, steamy and warm just like a hot cup of milk She's all the way live, keeps me satisfied I don't go outside, I like to stay inside Her ways are like a angel, with bright white wings And I'm crazy 'bout the way Kanday shakes her thing Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] Ooh, you couldn't imagine, I'm lickin' my lips If she was tea I'd take a sip, when I'm in gym I do flips I'm in love with the pizznoot, it's proper as hell I'm hittin' harder than hard, always makin' her yell She's cooler than an iceberg, word to the mother In the house, down the steps and under the covers Right away, no sation, or frontin', or playin' Or delayin', I'm never steppin' off, I'm always stayin' Her mother knows me well, father hates my guts He don't know when we're alone she's always feelin' on my niggy-niggy-nuts For a snack, cornflakes, crackerjacks Day after day I try to break that back And man, oh man, damn, you can't and I can Last time I saw her with man I had to shake almost hands I said "what up", he said "what up", "I took your girl, so what up?" Gotta walk on the ground with a hole to fill up All the boys laugh about her, Darryl and Dewayne Bobcat and Earl, but they must be insane Michael Spelling's on my side, and big Chuck the Grease She's my private freaky deak, my own personal skeez Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) (Who I feel good about?) About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Real good, know what I'm saying? About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Candy sandwich, know what I'm saying?) (Chocolate, vanilla) About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Sweet like a strawberry, knowmsayin?) About Kanday (I, feel, good) |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
[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! |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
<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. |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
<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> |
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from LL Cool J - Bigger & Deffer (1995)
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! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Check it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be (Say what?) [Chorus:] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 3] I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick [Chorus] You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done And dick ya down in front of everyone Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine You never hear a nigga like me, never in time I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix [Chorus] Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose With the blues light my fuse, allow me To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs Crystal clear so you can hear every word Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 2] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Intro: Uh Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? It's gone be butter, nahmean? Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah Crack the Mo, here we go I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow Son, no doubt, god it's real Every member of my clique is equipped with steel Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless Verse 1: Just the type of man that can lace the crowd Which ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proud I bust shots off Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter I got a lock ya, flavour to bring Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring Church boy, raised by my grandmomma Home-bred, I dead all the drama I'm like the mystical funk technician It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission Chorus: God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4) Verse 2: Have mercy! Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty Bless the sky, energy created by my third child Swerve wit it, get it get it Feels good to bust shots at the critics You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe I distribute melodies while ya gold trees Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis Chorus x 2 Matter fact take it to the bridge Bridge: God bless God bless ya lover *repeat* Verse 3: Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw (I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit before But you see miracles when you're lyrical Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical Cos I..... form like Voltron Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*) Knock it off I like your style but it's a slight bit soft Son, the LL rule, huh I pick it up and lay it down mad cool It'll cost you a fortune (What?) For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin Chorus to fade Outro: (*over chorus*) It's all built for '96 kid! No diggity, *?Rehaud?* lace me Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house Ol Moms, Big E and the fam Yo son, who's next? |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
I've been watchin' you from afar, for as long as I can remmeber You are all a real man can need and ever ask for this is love this is more than a crush It was all ....(up at Rutgers) I saw with your man smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that so skated off, as you strolled off looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine) I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision If his love is real he got ta handle competition you only knew about 5 months (that's right) besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you looking at my own eyes in the rear view cathchin flash backs of our eye contact wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back i would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears I can't believe it, I hadn't had a crush in years Chorus (2x)hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday your man must think its safe for you to travel that way but i don't want ta violate your relationship so i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip still he can't stop me from having day dreams tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream kissing on your thighs in the moonlight searching your body with my tounge girl all night I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality Our love would come down so naturally we would walk down the isle of destiny what your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared break ya off a little chump change to do your hair that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs but there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead Hey lover CHORUS Last week I saw ya at the mall standing at the pay phone bout to make a call I had a vision it was me on the other end telling you come by and then you walked in I touched you gently with my hands we talked about traveling the distant lands escaping all the madness out here in the world becomin my wife no longer my girl then, you let your dress fall down to the floor i kissed you softly and you yearned for more we experienced pleasure unparallel into an ocean of love we both fell swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss fantasies interchanging with each kiss undying passion unities our souls togehter we swim until the point of no control but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true we never even spoke and your man (still) love you so I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside keep my dreams alive until the right time CHORUS |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today NahI'msayin? Heh, word up! Uhh, kid told me "Yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket" Nahmean? Make a brother feel good, word up! Brother feel energised I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map Y'nahI'msayin? I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback There's no question the suggestion was made The foundation was laid when the Furious played Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin they could serve the technician with the number one position Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all" It's just the love affair that never ended I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers A song is dedicated to the music I admire Whenever and ever We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop) Whenever and ever We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop) Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick 'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade It's all about the game that we play everyday Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late Whenever and ever We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop) Whenever and ever We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop) Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz Lickin shots got the game hot They even flipped on 2PAC Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here I wanna tell the world they just don't understand My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that? I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G. Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory' A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away Sincerely yours, LL Cool J Whenever and ever We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop) Whenever and ever We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop) Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin? Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape Take it to another level, knowI'msayin? It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin? Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin? First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean? Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together make it hot, knowI'msayin? Thank the Trackmasters-*?Pope Tone?*, Steve Stout we definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid! Yeah! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost." Yeah, you know it be buggin' me out, you know what I'm sayin' that rap, how everybody like is using metaphors and all that it seems like everybody's some kind of metaphor freak some kind of metaphorical freak or somethin' man, you know what I'm sayin', word up So, You know what I'm sayin, you know brother's wanna make a movie and all that you know how I mean, so I figured you know what I'm sayin' I'd just make a little movie, with a chickenball Check it If you saw the movie Wall Street I guess you know The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough But ain't no G-funk and far from my era Tales from the hood your boyz will feel terror MC's contaminatin' tracks with feces You think of pussy until a flick like Species Hi tech ya my pen got velocity Jumpin' out the SSL like Virtuosity And never question what I'm doin' to ya girl She let me dive deep like her panties is Waterworld But all metaphors the only thing in rap You brothers need to stop with that I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Check it, I'm makin' Speed like I'm Keanu Reeves But too many True Lies can make a honey please She said, I know you want this Get a Pocahontas I got Higher Learnin' And bangin' gets monotonous Her ass is classic Cheeks was Jurrasic Servin' a Justice Poetic the way I last it I touch ground real windy with my lyrics Make her talk in tongues and feel the Holy Spirit Hear it, pulling light strings Got mad cast a swing When I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the Lion King I'm in the jungle layin' down my mack You brothers need to chill with that I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Take me away You think I won't fool Take me away You think I can't fool Take me away You think I won't fool Take me away You think I can't fool It's kinda like miniture satellites floatin' in closets Spyin' in pockets Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Word up, So your man got a good job lovin' ya so much Boss on his back comin' home like 'What the fuck?' But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin That's when LL come in Blast a ass like Apollo 13 Sugar get the cream Hoppin dom in every direction What a scene He can't understand, your best friend's plan Running game while you chill with the Demolition Man Good love, have fun, tight hugs, and flowers I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers Better get down before ya cryin' at home I got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the Drop Zone Some brother's won't appreciate that Ain't it scary when you meet a real mack Let's run it back See the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me Balls a lethal weapon, dick a menace to society You ain't a player hater kid you took her off restriction I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction Kid you know I'm game tight, when you hit it tonight I hope she screams my name right This word is born kid, you know why? I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Check it. |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
[Keith Murray]
Ha! Yeah,L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with the ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause you'se a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile I shot ya! [Prodigy] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty bout the, But you first baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I shot ya fagot ass [Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Running this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser [Foxxy Brown] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashing rings and things (what the deal) Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, macking Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infested Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! [LL Cool J] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be debate Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always running back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I SHOT YA! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
[Keith Murray]
Ha! Yeah,L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with the ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause you'se a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile I shot ya! [Prodigy] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty bout the, But you first baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I shot ya fagot ass [Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Running this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser [Foxxy Brown] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashing rings and things (what the deal) Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, macking Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infested Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! [LL Cool J] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be debate Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always running back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I SHOT YA! |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon Blood drippin, slippin off my planet Man, the panic, funkmode Mechanical mix flows competition in my dojo Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave Heat gain meltin on my heatwave Power to the crowd, pandemonium Showin em how I gets down Chorus: The life of a killer is scandalous The life of a killer is dangerous *repeat* Triggedy, sky high like a kite God diggity, every other cloud's blue Puff on a, yeah, puff on a Bring it on, off, on, baby one-two Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep Right around the corner is the land of regret When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on till the... nothin normal bout my songs Chorus x2 LL Cool, J jazzy jewel Takin dime pieces to the real school I got em on nations buckin like fools Pitbulls fightin over streets I rule Catch it if you can when it's hot ta hit'cha hand Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the flair, man I can do division, baby I can do math Multiplying fractions now ya know the half Knuckle games played, must pack steel Oh yes I'm livin like real to the highest extent, bloody clothes doin battle til the death of my foes, it's my show Chorus x2 |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Keep it chickenhead,I'm lookin for a dime
Get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, I'm lickin on your ankle Bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, I'm nasty ask me Why I lick my lips so in the darkness I can run my tongue over your tits Its all good sugary,you ain't leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow Even whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the map I put away the gat,took off the hat, throw ya mo's in the air if you like it like that No doubt boo,I keep it real girl, mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world Whatever's clever I got endless cash, trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths [Chorus] I'll be loungin' with LL Cool J I'll be loungin' with LL, hey hey Uh,my scenario is grand,a dime piece,hennessey up in my hand I turn out the lights like teddy,I'm feenin', standin' in the darkness, now I'm ready Oh yeah up in ya,let it flow while I pump slow,then I speed it up, heat it up Make it mo' tasty,so you can swing low and lace me Use your imagination,you do me,I do you,sex education Its all good, it's cranberry absolut, peach shnapps, feelin' tipsy, loungin' on the rooftops I'm 'bout to spank you on dat ass(ooh) I know you love it when it lasts(true) when You need it who you ask (you) what you sayin' when I dash (dont go boo) [Chorus] You got to bounce wit me suga,word up,you got to bounce wit me suga,worda Worda, word up Warm it up sugar, make it hot, shorties'll swarm, make me want to bust shots,we Speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular Shoot down to Jamaica, pretty white sand, suntan oil, pina' coladas in my hand Laying up at night, peepin' at stars, remember, when we was at the club in the bars? I told ya my status was that of a don, you thought I was a dog and you ain't want to Get it on, but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young lady So here you are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it gets Word up,I'ma treat you like a queen from the heart, crack the bubbly, and let the Episode start. [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
Intro: Aha , y'nahmean? Word up, just wanna bring em to it real Real rugged like, uhh, man Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean? Go diggin, uhh check it I bring the butter, huh Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh We in the mecca, Moey, rollie glistenin Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin Ground zero funk track it's mega Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam It's the Uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame and they be knowin Uncle's flowin in the game Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound And say.... Yeah I'm bout to wet it up, get it up Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker I'm open, I let the funk soak in I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists When I breeze by, you be groovin in the midst of my cycle, every move I make is vital Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you" Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me Get me, I want the CREAM, baby hit me Now take it to the bridge Bridge: (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) (Keep it comin baby) Keep on *repeat x3* Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up It gets hot when I manifest melodies Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me? Get your drink on, throw you mink on Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin bout I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture Swervin curbs, servin as I fixed ya Formulated and combinated, the people congregated You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated And I'ma take it on down to the AM Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in Uhh, I get you open, baby come and get a fix Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin mad shit Let's organise, bounce together for real son Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one Outro: (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby (Keep it comin baby) Keep on *repeat x4* Check it out! Funny Jokes |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Mr. Smith (1995)
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 ( |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
(You got me s up s down s out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman is scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion Using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around the way girl (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap but petty You're ready for loving You're real independent so your parents be bugging But if you ever need a place to stay (Oooh you love me) Come around my way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around the way girl (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here You say meet me half way Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your home girls crew While the businessmen in suits be hawking you Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining I think you in the mood for whining and dining So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me s ) I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh yea I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me The only one for me I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) (You got me s up s down s out) (till fade) |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for unh hardcore I know you wanna come...in my jeep we can park on a back street you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry let's do this in a hurry air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken I know you need a good stickin' that's when I see my man Snoop peace, what up kid? loungin' duke as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier you're gettin' hornier and hornier I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor) you're legs is incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep (where at?) back seat of my jeep back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep' I'm pullin' over near your building I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin' I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this you got class but deep down you're real freakish you got it all, but you never had a wild episode that's when me and my jeep showed up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin' I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky you love it 'cause it's wild and risky you got your eyes on the hood you're up to no goodI took you in the back, you hoped I would you got your black on black so stacked in the back while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track windows are foggy and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I give it to you real raw in the backseat that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah) you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah) don't lie take it in your eye (why?) so buckle up, buckle up what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live I'll put your numbers in the archives so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl it's my jeep and your world you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing 'cause I can tell you wanna swing we're bonin' on the dark blocks wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it workin' as a team somebody, anybody (scream) jump with me to the cash bar I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh" damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah) you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth exstentions on the carpet that nice round brown is my target it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy I love it when it's pushy but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up) the back seat of my jeep, is priceless you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin' unh, give me a hug see what I'm sayin' love? [ |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
I was at the mall sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall takin' a break Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings Baby hair and bodies built to swing That's when I seen her Her name was Tina Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina I said "How you doin' my name's Big L Don't ask me how I'm livin' 'cause yo I'm living swell But then again I'm livin' kind of foul 'Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl" To make a long story short, I got the digits Calls her on my car phone and paid her a visit I was spankin' her and thankin' her, chewin' her and doin' her Layin' like a king on sheets of satin That's what time it is, you know what's happenin' She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's a cutie But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in And said to her with a devilish grin... TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to the high school about three o'clock To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock My homeboy's jeep, the system blastin' Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin' Girls all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy store That's when I seen her Her name was Brenda She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember I said to my man, "Stop the jeep" She's only senteen but, yo, don't sleep I kicked the bass like an NFL punter And scoped the booty like a big game hunter I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired Let's go get some rest, relax by the fire" I put the big booty on a bearskin rug She gave me a kiss, I have her a hug I said to the girl, "them young boys ain't nothin' You want to get freaky, let me kiss your belly button" I circled it and teased it and made her squeal Grabbed a pack of bullets and pulled out the steel When I was through, I wiped the sweat from my eyes When to the kitchen and got some sweet potato pies Tina busted in my house while I was eatin' You know what I said Too bad you caught me cheatin', but... BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are" I paid it no attention, I walked inside Because Brian had a nine and he was chillin' in the ride I walked in the place, everybody was lookin' And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin' I sat down to eat, ordered my food I said to the waitress, "I don't men to be rude But I'll take you on a platter" She said, "You got a girl," I said, "It don't matter You look like you're tastier than a pipin' hot pizza What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa" I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that But when you get off work, yo, I'll be back" She looked at me and said, "Make yourself clear L, where we going?" I said, "Right here" She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see" I pulled up at ten on the D.O.T. When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat Laid her on the table and place my order And habe her a tip much bigger than a quarter On and on to the break 'a dawn All over the restaurant, word is born I heard somebody coughin', I checked my watch I couldn't believe it said nine o'clock I grabbed my pants, put on my Kangol Who did I see, Oh, yo, it was Brenda Yo, she worked at Red Lobster but I didn't remember LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun The top is down, on the black Corvette And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top and three girls waiting VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining Passing all the cars on the way Movement of the wind, back wheels spin Pop in a cassette and push play I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em Takin 'em to spots they never before hung ?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip The record skip, but this girl kept dancin Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. .. I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising Advising realizing, she's sizing me up Her bikini - small; heels - tall She said, she liked, the ocean She showed me a beach, gave me a peach and pulled out the suntan lotion Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster She's lookin for a real good time I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise," and I ran away with the bottle of wine I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so { saxophone solo } |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
I've been watchin' you from afar, for as long as I can remmeber You are all a real man can need and ever ask for this is love this is more than a crush It was all ....(up at Rutgers) I saw with your man smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that so skated off, as you strolled off looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine) I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision If his love is real he got ta handle competition you only knew about 5 months (that's right) besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you looking at my own eyes in the rear view cathchin flash backs of our eye contact wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back i would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears I can't believe it, I hadn't had a crush in years Chorus (2x)hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday your man must think its safe for you to travel that way but i don't want ta violate your relationship so i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip still he can't stop me from having day dreams tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream kissing on your thighs in the moonlight searching your body with my tounge girl all night I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality Our love would come down so naturally we would walk down the isle of destiny what your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared break ya off a little chump change to do your hair that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs but there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead Hey lover CHORUS Last week I saw ya at the mall standing at the pay phone bout to make a call I had a vision it was me on the other end telling you come by and then you walked in I touched you gently with my hands we talked about traveling the distant lands escaping all the madness out here in the world becomin my wife no longer my girl then, you let your dress fall down to the floor i kissed you softly and you yearned for more we experienced pleasure unparallel into an ocean of love we both fell swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss fantasies interchanging with each kiss undying passion unities our souls togehter we swim until the point of no control but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true we never even spoke and your man (still) love you so I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside keep my dreams alive until the right time CHORUS |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
My radio, believe me, I like it loud I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the Boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind Cos I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not Cos I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
If it's a Malibu beat subject of discussion
Malibu beat subject of discuss cussion You're motivated vated to aid a percussion cussion There's no glo glory for this story story It it rock rock in any territory tory I syncopate it and design it well well Beat elevates vates the scratch excels cels All techniques are a combination of skills that I have, thought narration Last year my melody, but still complete Providing musical energy for the street s are smooth for maximum effect Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette Time-time snare had bass and cymbal Like that of a cat on the mic I'm nimble Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain... break... break... for narration Break two... break two... I'm in the center of a - I'm in the center of a musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me I'm improvin the conditions of the rap industry The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands Germany, Italy, France and Japan, it'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No butts no how's no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated Pick up your favorite magazine and read it Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower I need a beat-beat... Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought You're bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom I'm in full trating your eardrums Increasing the rate of vibration I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know I need a beat, is the title of the show-show Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist Beat programmer and lyri- ist Ladies Love Cool James, studio user A million or more screamin people abuser I predict, this jam will hit The highest plateau in the world of music Paparazzi, wealth and fame The total propulsion, of my name I need a beat.. Computer wise, and the engineer's eyes have to be very acute, education level high The product is mine, beat on the rhyme The control was part of the studio design Track after track, culminating on wax The tape has slack, rewind then back Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel A perfect place for MC's to duel... I need a beat... Farmer's Boulevard... Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James! Cut Cre-ator |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
When I'm alone in my room Sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call, telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life I see I need love, there I was. Giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, I'm not Saying No-names then the thought occurred, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her, I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels, all I now is that I'll never dish another raw deal playing make believe Pretending that I'm truth holding in my laugh as I say that I love you. Sayin' amor kissing you on the ear, whispering I love you when I'll always be here. Although I often reminisce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around inside my soul because my soul is cold, one half of me deserve to be this way until I'm old but the other haft needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love. Romance, sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat, kiss you on the cheek and say Oh girl ! You're so sweet, it's deja vu whenever I'm with you, I could go on forever tellin ' you what I do but where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere, damn sure you ain't in my closet or under my rug this love search is really making me bug and if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen, take a chance with my love you'll find out what I mean. Fantasies can run , but they can't hide when I find you I'm a pour all my love inside I need love. I wanna kiss you, hold you, never scold you, just love you, suck on your neck caress you and rub you, grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me, you're on the phone, can't you hear it in my voice? I need love bad, I got money , but love is something I never had. I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's teen feet tall, I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug , we become paralyzed our body explode in ectasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel it's like a dream-land I can't lie I've never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something I'll never forget I need love. See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run, I need something that's stronger friendship, trust, honor, respect and admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation it taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considered and do all I can, protect you, you're my lady and mean so much, my body tingles all over from the slightest touch of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time, till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine, if I find you girl, I swear I'll be a good man, I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive, I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally found you, watch our love unfurl, I need love. Girl, listen to me When I be sitting in my room all alone starring at the wall Fantasies, they go thru my mind and I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl, make yourself seen, I'll be waiting. I love you |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
(Calling all cars, calling all cars...) (Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples) (Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers) (Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east) (Alias L.L. Cool J) (He's bad...) Aaaahhhhhhhhhh... No rapper can rap quite like I can I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop" If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would And when rap begin then I gotta join in and Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win Cool J has arrived so you better make way Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play! Sparring competition that's my hobby and job I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped I'm bad (Cool J) (Cool J) (Cool J) (C C C C Cool J J) (Cool J) (C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J) I'm like Tyson icin' I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin Because I'm bad as can be got my voice all waxed Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed I couldn't shouldn't and it'll stay that way The best rapper you've heard is L.L. |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
Milky, and I'm back My ace in the hole was this brand new track I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up I did it, but the devil didn't make me I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me Proving a point that I'm a serious joint You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint Your head with oil--lots of oil Make it run like water, watch it boil Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH Prince of the growl is on the prowl How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is-- Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper King Hercules! Back for the payback, I must say that I heard your new jam, I don't play that It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting This year you tried, next year you're quitting Last year you thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff and this is an example of funky stuff When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss It's a strong record, a record for the strong For those who appreciate real rap songs Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track Stay back, I got the power, I'm--Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth a-k-a James Todd Smith Hard like penitentiary steel Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal Homegirls in the house, c'mon Homegirls in the house, give it up You gotta want to get hotter Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a People don't know how nice I am He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves No one out there thought you could do You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- Break it down! Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier Check out the way I say my, display my, play my 'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth It makes me move and I'll improve As it goes on, as it flows on When you see me, don't ask if the show's on How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown Pull on my jock to be down You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs Day after day after day You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J I'm- I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a savage street talker Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens Kicking it mean, keeping it clean And you've never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair I'm better than any emcee out there As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at.. |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
[And you say New York City...
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk. People spread gossip and believe what they must, but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust. A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed, and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed. Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice); and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice. I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan- -natics of the Asiatic miracle man. Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real. Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel. He's so-so, I got the instinct. They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink. You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love: Let me see your earrings jingle, love... I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you. That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul. Rise, suprise, and I advise you all. To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt. My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh. I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch. Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch. You're real funny, you really try to go for yours. But I know why: you ain't had no dough before. So you tried and lied to drain my fame. This ain't a game, yo, you know my name. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now, dance to my remix single... When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think, cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink. And tried to run down that, I can't get over that garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son. I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'. Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins. Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it. Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to the mother!) Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker, and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now... lemme see your earrings jingle... .break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me, your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B. You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice, but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice. Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb. Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves. Played your hand, lost track of your plan, when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man. Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get. I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin', you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'. You know you can't create and get mean like this; when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! When it's all over, said and done, my friend, they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again." So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop. Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop. I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor. Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter) [And you say New York City] |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
Keep it chickenhead,I'm lookin for a dime
Get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, I'm lickin on your ankle Bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, I'm nasty ask me Why I lick my lips so in the darkness I can run my tongue over your tits Its all good sugary,you ain't leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow Even whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the map I put away the gat,took off the hat, throw ya mo's in the air if you like it like that No doubt boo,I keep it real girl, mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world Whatever's clever I got endless cash, trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths [Chorus] I'll be loungin' with LL Cool J I'll be loungin' with LL, hey hey Uh,my scenario is grand,a dime piece,hennessey up in my hand I turn out the lights like teddy,I'm feenin', standin' in the darkness, now I'm ready Oh yeah up in ya,let it flow while I pump slow,then I speed it up, heat it up Make it mo' tasty,so you can swing low and lace me Use your imagination,you do me,I do you,sex education Its all good, it's cranberry absolut, peach shnapps, feelin' tipsy, loungin' on the rooftops I'm 'bout to spank you on dat ass(ooh) I know you love it when it lasts(true) when You need it who you ask (you) what you sayin' when I dash (dont go boo) [Chorus] You got to bounce wit me suga,word up,you got to bounce wit me suga,worda Worda, word up Warm it up sugar, make it hot, shorties'll swarm, make me want to bust shots,we Speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular Shoot down to Jamaica, pretty white sand, suntan oil, pina' coladas in my hand Laying up at night, peepin' at stars, remember, when we was at the club in the bars? I told ya my status was that of a don, you thought I was a dog and you ain't want to Get it on, but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young lady So here you are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it gets Word up,I'ma treat you like a queen from the heart, crack the bubbly, and let the Episode start. [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
LL C'mon man News Report And with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback mumbling but tonite... LL Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass go BOOM Explosion, overpowerin Over the competition, I'm towerin Wreckin shop, when I drop these s that'll make you call the cops Don't you dare stare, you betta move Don't ever compare Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced Competition's payin the price I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!! Mama said knock you out HUUUH!!! ( 4X) Don't u call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm And I'm just gettin warm Just like Muhummad Ali they called him Cassius Watch me bash this beat like a skull Cuz u know I had beef wit Why do u riff with me, the maniac psycho And when I pull out my jammy get ready cuz it might go BLAAAAW, how ya like me now? The river will not allow U to get with, Mr. Smith, dont riff Listen to my gear shift I'm blastin, outlastin Kinda like Shaft, so u could say I'm shaftin Old English filled my mind And I came up with a funky rhyme LL Breakdown!!! Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radio HUUUH!!! I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw? But now I got a new tour I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin pain Lettin you know that you can't gain, I maintain Unless ya say my name Rippin, killin Diggin and drillin a hole Pass the Ol' Gold Shotgun blasts are heard When I rip and kill, at WILL The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand that I'm not your average man when I got a jammy in my hand DAAAAAM!!!!! Oooooohh!! Listen to the way I slaaaaay, your crew Damage UHH damage UHH damage UHH damage Destruction, terror, and mayhem Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him Farmers What!!! Farmers What!!! I'm ready we're ready!!! I think I'm gonna bomb a town get down!! Don't u neva, eva, pull my lever Cuz I explode And my nine is easy to load I gotta thank God Cuz he gave me the strength to rock HARD!! knock you out, mama said knock you out |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum So I inject in one more element to that of L.L. Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells During this episode vocally I explode My title is the king of the FM mode See, my volume expands to consume And my structures emote a al heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for the bell association The vocalization techniques I employ The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy The injection of bells into this beat The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet Greater insulator microphone dominator My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite These bells are gonna rock all night Rock the bells The bells make your energy escalate A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate Subject matter entitled "The Bells" The al appraisement is by L.L. My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist Cool J exists as a journalist I illuminate over any number on the Richter My throat contracts like a boa constrictor You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man As you repain, you'll say I went To torture individuals for exitement Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor Ignite and excite with verbal extensions What I'll mention will put you on pension Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble The bells and if it don't I disassemble hit if you bit I go have a fit The master impresario of al wit A hip-hop creature, concert feature Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya When I commence with excellence It eradicates levels of pestilence Upon a plateau No mortal can go Mythological characters stand below Rock the bells A B-boy symphony complete with bells No classical fanatic is parallel From the design of my s many people call me An immortalized B-boy prodigy Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall Be forced to assault Our position will halt Upset you with words Drink your blood like it's a malt Opposite of illusions Evidently it's true The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you Hallucinating severe convulsion Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion I came here tonight to rock These bells will never stop Rock the Bells Ya livin' on my lines side Autographs I sign Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator You reline and refine, it and you save it for later Swipe it as you type it You recite it as you bite it Then you claim it as your own to get them excited About it as you shout it You don't tell them how go it And you it and rock it Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush Use a line, I make 'em hush The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator To see ya as you bit the words You'd think you never heard The mike sings like a hummin' bird Rock the Bells Jack the Ripper King Hercules Professor of Death in the Seven Seas Grim reaper of rhyme Holder of the rock Eradicating suckers all around the clock The supreme machine A microphone dream My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude The story, the beginning of your death is heard But your cries are ignored by the kind of word I'm the super insane murderer in the rain Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein Exterminating crews with my manuscript And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit The night of the nights You're my victim tonight You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight Bein' crushed by the source It's reinforced (thoughts) Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss L.L. Cool J is your undertaker Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker Treble terminator, bass mutilator You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator On the microphone you will never recoup When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup Music virtuoso, melodical employer I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't never ever in any kind of weather Try to mess with the tall young l |
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from LL Cool J - All World (1996)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
(Red)
Aiyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot (LL) trizack, it sound like heaven 7-6-5-4-3-2-1, my man Meth-Tical come 'n get some (Meth) Player my position, hot nick's son This one for all the sick ones, infliction posionous darts sickenin' Best believe finger itchin' with 2 proclay Now I'm trippin' on MC's Cliche Show that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles hit the wicked ways Gotta love me G-O-D |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
I'm the king. I floss rings the new John Mickens Uhh I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin from New York to Richmond my shine is sickenin Ice drips frost bits or forfeit shit I got to rewrite this mackin' game baby Layin' in the barber shop knowin' haters is shady Maybe they sex young chicks and whips but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick shifts for no chips I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick Mr. Smith, the rarest breed separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds miraculous lyrical swiftness practice this, stop bein' actresses on mattresses with your legs up in the air splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla My fortune 500 is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest feel the force of this lyrical arsenist Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day ... anutha dolla I'm the MC that you strive to be competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece So iced up, they call me Mount Everest the many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow cabbage I wreack havoc, do damage don't have it uh huh .. techniques up to par yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras Chick soup too Hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise Anutha day .. anutha dolla Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby but someone's gotta do it, haha |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
When you was seventeen and I was nineteen we feel deep in love growing up in Queens we didn't know a thing about love we was innocent sneakin' on the doorstep to hug held you tightly and promised you the world you gave me hickys and said you was my girl when I think about it now makes me smile cause I ain't felt these butterflies in a while funny how you grow up and innocence fades we used to live for love but now we're afraid (of what?) of the darkness and bitter memories lovers who crushed us through infidelity I promised you I'd love you to the end always and forever since way back when you're like candy the world's sweetest friend you taste better now than you did back then Bell/Tresvan you will always be my candy one day we will start a family you will always be my candy girl (you'll be my candy girl forever) you will always be my candy want your love girl understand me you will always be my candy girl while you sucked caramel apple lolly pops rain sleet or snow I'm troopin' up the murdock we used to walk down the block hold hands I would get you after school cause I was your man and any guys that wanna socalize just know that I'm a flip on any cat that trys my peeps used to say I was whipped all your girls said since you got with him you flipped but uh they couldn't feel the feelings we felt mirrors on the ceiling we melt I would look up at ya I remember the afternoon you surrendered we made love the tempature was high as could be you said Todd promise you ain't liein' to me and as we went our seperate ways you turned back smiled I remember all that (take it to the bridge) candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special treat candy gir all I want to say I need your love each and every day when I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my memories call of days when love was true I slept and held you taste the brown sugar let your climax melt yo candy you're occupying all of my thoughts turned my soul upside down with lessons you taught I can feel you even when you're far away you're right here wit' me sweet love strictly and I'm a bend over backwards to keep you on my side take you for a mental and emotional ride make love to your soul your heart and your mind in your hour of need girl I'll be there every time and as long as you support my dreams stayin' right beside me as a part of my team I'll take you where the average man can only dream of cause in a world so sour I got the sweetest love Outro: Bell/Tresvant candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special trea (you'll be my candy girl forever) candy girl all I want to say (word is bond sweetheart) I need your love (I swear I'm down for whatever) candy girl (sometimes you gotta go back home) look so sweet (I love you) candy girl |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
[LL Cool J]
It's been a long time People change I missed you Word up I used to always think about you Even though sometimes I see you And I try to ignore you Deep inside I was thinkin' about you What do you think [Verse 1: Tamia, LL Cool J] You are my life I have to go on Havin' me any way you want me baby Just love me til the tension's gone And don't you come too soon I'm patient I never come too soon When I kissed you you said it was the same old tune But I missed you my life was filled with gloom I was hopeless sittin' in an empty room When you re-appeared I was back in the mix I put the key up in the lock cause true love fixed All the drama got to stop baby no more tricks My broken heart was addicted but now it's fixed And I cherish you forever believe me you You's a priceless treasure from my point of view It took time to change I'll admit that My back in the days love I had to get back [Chorus: Tamia] You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late And don't you come too soon (never that) [Verse 2: LL Cool J] I never thought that I would ever lay beside you again Tastin' every inch plus being your friend Romantic nights with shootin' stars and full moons Kiss the rose better til it come full bloom Can you feel it passions overflows in waves Keep it steady providin' everything you crave Now you ready I like that my love you save I love it when a bad girl agrees to behave It's the motion that makes your love affair complete But devotion makes it all twice as sweet Back together reunited bonded once more Before I was hesitant but now I'm sure [Chorus: x2] [LL Cool J] Well now you know how I feel And I definitely know how you feel Word up I'm feelin' this Word up Cause wit' you by my side I'm a take it to the top yeah |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
so help me God I just felt like telling the story of my life felt like maybe somebody could be inspired we all feel pain we all go through things but it's time to overcome all that if your plane crashed in the water and everybody died would you drown on purpose or try to survive I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move they called me a cripple pops caught an attitude beat my moms, smoked la, drove trucks my moms had a miscarraige he didn't give a fuck he sniffed some coke come home beat up on my moms cause she's talkin' on the phone come on: all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father that's all all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father moms got tired of the beatings said yo we got to go packed up her bags we bounced out the do' she said I ain't takin' these whippin's no mo' I wanna live to see my little Todd grow I remember tear drops on my pops face lookin' down at me standing on the staircase handsome brova with a smooth goatee makes me wonder why he act so ugly you feeling me my pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced swigged some Jack Dans' and sniffed up an ounce grabbed the shotty left Long Isle for Queens possesed by a demon a devil it seemed I was too young to understand the risk when your moms come home off the midnight shift she turned around heard the shotgun click my pops said you think that you could leave me he blasted my moms in the back she fell down screamin' I can't forget that my grandfather tried to close the do' he got shot ten times in the stomach yo for real my head was spinning I had never seen blood four years old this don't feel like love any way pops dissapeared grandpops and moms healed up over the years this therapist got up in her head led her to beleive without him she'd be dead you know they fell in love with one another everything seemed right that's word to mother until I started gettin' beatings everyday sometimes for going outside to play late at night on my knees I pray young child wishing the pain would go away dad where was you when he made me strip beat with belts like a slave with a whip kicked me down steps outside in the snow punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo' that's just the tip of the iceberg look it's too long for a song but perfect for a book word is bond that's real baby |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah
uh, uh, uh I was swerving thru Queens Fully growin' benz Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec Rappin' to my mens Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly My ?? is The smo mo, crept up nice and slow Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice Crease my scar peice Laid back in my seat Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne She lived on the southside, so bring things on Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks Your carmake me hot hot hot You just make me just hot hot hot Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check this out, uh She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk Sourced up my keys to the valet cat I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde Scooby dooby hizza I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh I've got her right where I want her Reality about to creep up on her Stroke her softly, gently with my G While the light reflects off my i-c-e Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me just hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy just don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'll take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh You burst out of semi-??? She pulled down the staps to her dress Reached in the product sparked up sess Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ?? She said "Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips, and give up girl to push whips?" Never miss some spiritual down to my bone Why you takin' jumbo in that zone She said "I would do anthing for ????? Give deep ? to ? man coats Take off my G's Drop to my knees" Talking in my face Breath smelling like cheese I asked her Shorty you degrade yourself Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf You turnin' me off, I can't lie Keisha said "why?" I said, "yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid, then he correct that" Ice is the price for an overnight wife A true shark caller don't want that in his life So all you ladies that are selling your souls You need to put you er vibes on hold Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll, Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh and fade |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she loved Tupac But hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight Pearly whites Said a man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug Or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get on She keeps these clowns thinking like ? Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Takes the choice have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction Cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover When you know it's on mine, thats on top Lap dancing got to stop You play out your chick Cos your game is hot I give you two Italian ice, my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing, yellin' on the cell of my 6 ? You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping Keep the crystal popping, use my chips, And take the next man shopping Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and elbows each and everytime Thats why I love you mummy you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby, work me out Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all sooped up, and played it just right Mummy I was full blown My game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah No more ? no more maybeline? Brand new he and me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of freakin' night and ? Moaning in the mirror With my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back Got it all figured out mummy I like that Collect tips cop his and her whips ? But close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, i'ts real in the feel Say what you want, but keep you're lips sealed Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Phenomenon (1997)
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 ! |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts Aim a lot of cool projects not photography Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography The al virtual also makes his return All adversaries should be concerned LL Cool J is back again Let me allow to duce you to my friend Cut-Creator He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave English revision he endour any collision Like a searcher with a scapal, he'll make the head decision As for me I'll annihilate, eggs, I'll let's 'em communicate you from rappin' and my s are the best Slow down the rap but not the subject matter All you sucker DJ's will scatter Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy The real helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name The boys' so nice, my boat is your strain You could re-arrange but you don't have the brains to arrange scratch-padders for the audio change Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous "I Need A Beat" - cut and scratched Yeah I made it, don't look astonished I had to remind you of what I've acomplished My scenario, four-door stereo Up-bein' beat, zero is the ratio Cut-Creator, LL Cool J Say: "Ole", to what we just played Rappers who don't evade instead we invade and all competitors will be slayed Any comment is a compliment No groups' talent can be the equivalent of mine and his combined Total harmony between the cuts and the rhyme So why listen the greats by the deaf of the bass Takin' out every sucker, DJin' the place A performance underated, it's not narrated So Cut-Creators social statics can't be alleviated He's dangerous Demolishin' DJ's in under a second I called an old phrase from my last record The beat alleviates, the scratch excells Except I came hear to raise some hell Searchin' up sykes and cuts like the blade He the scuser dry-smudge and make Coolay I drink at steady, the record turns many Instead of a needle, he uses a machette He scuffs the bars a-get you involved as the record revolves DJ's dissolve, usually, physically, mentally he's an innovator, greator, Cut-Creator is on the cross-fader Sometime I gotta check what I invest All Farmers Boulevard is where I rest I'm numero uno, amigo with an ego Such palms kill a France, say: En Italiano The mouth protects and I'll inject into your ears a new concept cuts soon in silence to be unfair to the Cool J phenomena, all must hail I'm dangerous |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
Yo Yvette there's a lot of rumours goin' around They're so bad baby you might have to skip town See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew They say you're a man eater during the full moon Mascot of the senior boys' locker room They said Yvette walked in there wasn't too much rap Her reputation got bigger and so did her gap Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better I'mma sit down and write you a long letter. I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was I'd have to treat you like you was my distant cuz I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume What should I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom You wasn't in there alone, wasn't usin' the phone The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan". I don't really know if the story is so I can either ask Curly, or Larry or Moe or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho In every disco you say hello Like you're a little angel, but we all know Since you was eleven you been actin' this way You always got in bed when you wanted to play You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva Some freaks are live, but Yvette you're liver. You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro A high-powered body makes your Levis grow See the stories I've heard, they could amaze I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days So calm down freak, get a G.E.D. That's a General Education on Decency One day you'll see, and agree with me unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93 For you there's no fee, everything is free This is from me to you, not you to me Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight You try to shake your butt with all your might I don't really wanna dis nobody You might think I had a little too much Bacardi But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette How bad can a girl's reputation get? See she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met If you're desparate ask Yvette, cuz she'll say "Bet". B-Boys are hard on the boulevard The Reverend at the church said you was barred Homeboys on the block love you a lot You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not So before you start walking and your beak starts squawkin' let me explain to you who is talkin' I'm L.L. Cool J from around the way You boogie down to my records almost every day Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standin' still You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhill Won't forget that day in the Y.M.C.A. The guy at the desk said it was OK for you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay Greg G. and Garfield yelled "Hooray" |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
I seen this girl, walkin down the block
I said, "WAIT!" "Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?" "Have some donuts and milk?" "Listen to a pop tune maybe?" Please be his ex and be my bride Don't blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried Love you claimed to share just wasn't there You're too good for that, and it wasn't fair Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole You was fooled by the face of a phoney role But I'll take up the slack, support you, baby Now the knight in shiny armor can only be me I cry out your name as you hold his hand If you're not mine soon, girl, my soul is damned I'm lookin out the window at the stormy rain And the rush of the water makes my eyes drain All alone in the room, and it's makin me sad Fantasize of the love we could have had Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I pour wine for two, even though it's just me I tried to reach you, but blind men don't see Your man is the devil, but he gave you a ring So you believe you saw an innocent angel sing You're the type that ignores the destiny of two It's not Romeo and Juliet, it's me and you You're bein handicapped by a Don Juan rap You can hope I disappear, girl, but I'll be back Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more Yes girl, I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more The time has come, the decision's yours This super love story ain't workin no more Can't you understand that my love spans Higher and further than any man's You're lookin a gift horse right in the mouth This time hear me out, I don't care if you pout You're my only desire, I fight to the death And I'ma scream your name when I breathe my last breath Ain't gettin on my knees, but I'm oh so close To our love I toast, all he does is boast Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more A knock on the door and a tap on the glass Tells me you see it my way at last You used to reject me, now you wanna kiss me He called you up and said, "Yo baby, why you diss me?" Meanwhile made romance on the sea shore You want more of what you used to ignore During this love affair, girl, it gets steamy Three nights in a row, and you still wanna see me Make love at night, coffee in the morn' I be the only blanket that's keepin you warm Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I hoot in the morning to the crack of sunlight But my agony continues till it reaches night Sweet image of your face appears on the wall And the scene is so eerie I run through the hall I look at the sky, then I search for the moon Realize it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon So I dress to impress, exit the house Go up to the school and watch the kids come out In the middle of the court yard there you stand With the man who's deceiving ya, holding your hand Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more You're the goddess of light, the queen of seduction You won't get used if you follow my instructions Your scram my hand, feel the sweat on my palm Make love to a man and not a cheap Don Juan And that'll be eroticism, highs die down You will find your best friend finally is found I caress ya at night like a virgin in white Cause the new world I found is oh so tight And tender and young, soft and wet It's hotter than any fantasy could get Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
My radio, believe me, I like it loud I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the Boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind Cos I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not Cos I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
If it's a Malibu beat subject of discussion Malibu beat subject of discuss cussion You're motivated vated to aid a percussion cussion There's no glo glory for this story story It it rock rock in any territory tory I syncopate it and design it well well Beat elevates vates the scratch excels cels All techniques are a combination of skills that I have, thought narration Last year my melody, but still complete Providing musical energy for the street s are smooth for maximum effect Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette Time-time snare had bass and cymbal Like that of a cat on the mic I'm nimble Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain... break... break... for narration Break two... break two... I'm in the center of a - I'm in the center of a musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me I'm improvin the conditions of the rap industry The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands Germany, Italy, France and Japan, it'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No butts no how's no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated Pick up your favorite magazine and read it Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower I need a beat-beat... Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought You're bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom I'm in full trating your eardrums Increasing the rate of vibration I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know I need a beat, is the title of the show-show Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist Beat programmer and lyri- ist Ladies Love Cool James, studio user A million or more screamin people abuser I predict, this jam will hit The highest plateau in the world of music Paparazzi, wealth and fame The total propulsion, of my name I need a beat.. Computer wise, and the engineer's eyes have to be very acute, education level high The product is mine, beat on the rhyme The control was part of the studio design Track after track, culminating on wax The tape has slack, rewind then back Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel A perfect place for MC's to duel... I need a beat... Farmer's Boulevard... Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James! Cut Cre-ator |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
Look girl, I'm not gonna sing cause I just don't do that I see you in between class when my mind does a task One glimpse of your eyes and my heart beats fast A mysterious fantasy, lovely young queen You're poll so subtle just like the magazine Come and visit my sister she's in the livin' room Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune Used to be my baby-sitter, I want you for my women Without you girl, my life is bitter like a lemon I want you, I want you I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by I wonder what the future holds for you and I I tell my friends favorite tales about me and you My total devotion for you is true See you get on the bus I trip as I get on My body gets warm but my mind is torn I admit you're the queen of elegant maybe I'm just another "puppy love lucids" I will tell you straight up, not to load on a letter Opportunity knocks, I feel I just better dissapear out of sight, rejection is my fright to me you're like a drug-boy, easy red light I want you, I want you To weak or wreak I can't speak I'm messin' up in school Just to hear your name girl, it's makes me drool As you sing "Full Settle" on the college choir My temperature level grows much higher Spent a night over my house with my sister and friends I wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm your cousin Your high-school year book under my pillow You walk by my window, I see your silhou-ette Candle light is what I desire But all I get to do is fix your flat tyre when you ring my bell, perfume I smell The aroma pierces through my heart-cell I tell you that my sisiter isn't here today You go away but I wish you'd stay Yes girl, I'm twistin' around your finger when you leave your perfume lingers I want you, I want you The clock tick-tocks as I lay in my bed It's visions of you circlin' through my head I sip lemon, Ice-T, read a magazine Wish we were involved in a sneaky love scene Saturday night it's time to party y'all But an unseen force has my back for the wall all eyes hit the door, red dress shines loud The moment has come, my fantasys' here now You sip Gin & Tonic with the double-hole straw Finally I get the nerve to by you one more The bar tender smirks, I whisper: "he's a jerk" I'm wearin' leather pants and a thirty dollar shit Often usin' double mints, sit back, crack a smile Tryin' to act like y'all relaxed and not a child See I'm sixteen and you're in college Love is sweet, then please give me the knowledge I want you, I want you See it's easy to detect a line that's been said What you don't know is your the women I've wanted to get for years and now I'm here sweet dear Cool in the snow under a polar bear I light your cigarette with a Raphel lighter Your dress seems like it's gettin' tighter and tighter The ice cubes' melt, the heat is felt The cards' on the table and my deal is dealt I want you, I want you I had to subsequent my soul, cowardness kept a hold on me And the key was analysed on my role as a man To instigate romance not break down and cry when you ask for a dance Some fellas talk to her but she walks by She can only say no, it's not do or die like Bedstock, it's natures' way A sweet love story from LL Cool J I want you, I want you |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum So I inject in one more element to that of L.L. Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells During this episode vocally I explode My title is the king of the FM mode See, my volume expands to consume And my structures emote a al heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for the bell association The vocalization techniques I employ The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy The injection of bells into this beat The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet Greater insulator microphone dominator My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite These bells are gonna rock all night Rock the bells The bells make your energy escalate A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate Subject matter entitled "The Bells" The al appraisement is by L.L. My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist Cool J exists as a journalist I illuminate over any number on the Richter My throat contracts like a boa constrictor You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man As you repain, you'll say I went To torture individuals for exitement Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor Ignite and excite with verbal extensions What I'll mention will put you on pension Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble The bells and if it don't I disassemble hit if you bit I go have a fit The master impresario of al wit A hip-hop creature, concert feature Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya When I commence with excellence It eradicates levels of pestilence Upon a plateau No mortal can go Mythological characters stand below Rock the bells A B-boy symphony complete with bells No classical fanatic is parallel From the design of my s many people call me An immortalized B-boy prodigy Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall Be forced to assault Our position will halt Upset you with words Drink your blood like it's a malt Opposite of illusions Evidently it's true The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you Hallucinating severe convulsion Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion I came here tonight to rock These bells will never stop Rock the Bells Ya livin' on my lines side Autographs I sign Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator You reline and refine, it and you save it for later Swipe it as you type it You recite it as you bite it Then you claim it as your own to get them excited About it as you shout it You don't tell them how go it And you it and rock it Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush Use a line, I make 'em hush The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator To see ya as you bit the words You'd think you never heard The mike sings like a hummin' bird Rock the Bells Jack the Ripper King Hercules Professor of Death in the Seven Seas Grim reaper of rhyme Holder of the rock Eradicating suckers all around the clock The supreme machine A microphone dream My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude The story, the beginning of your death is heard But your cries are ignored by the kind of word I'm the super insane murderer in the rain Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein Exterminating crews with my manuscript And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit The night of the nights You're my victim tonight You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight Bein' crushed by the source It's reinforced (thoughts) Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss L.L. Cool J is your undertaker Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker Treble terminator, bass mutilator You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator On the microphone you will never recoup When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup Music virtuoso, melodical employer I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't never ever in any kind of weather Try to mess with the tall young l |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
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) |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Radio (1999)
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 |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
I was at the mall sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall takin' a break Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings Baby hair and bodies built to swing That's when I seen her Her name was Tina Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina I said "How you doin' my name's Big L Don't ask me how I'm livin' 'cause yo I'm living swell But then again I'm livin' kind of foul 'Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl" To make a long story short, I got the digits Calls her on my car phone and paid her a visit I was spankin' her and thankin' her, chewin' her and doin' her Layin' like a king on sheets of satin That's what time it is, you know what's happenin' She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's a cutie But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in And said to her with a devilish grin... TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to the high school about three o'clock To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock My homeboy's jeep, the system blastin' Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin' Girls all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy store That's when I seen her Her name was Brenda She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember I said to my man, "Stop the jeep" She's only senteen but, yo, don't sleep I kicked the bass like an NFL punter And scoped the booty like a big game hunter I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired Let's go get some rest, relax by the fire" I put the big booty on a bearskin rug She gave me a kiss, I have her a hug I said to the girl, "them young boys ain't nothin' You want to get freaky, let me kiss your belly button" I circled it and teased it and made her squeal Grabbed a pack of bullets and pulled out the steel When I was through, I wiped the sweat from my eyes When to the kitchen and got some sweet potato pies Tina busted in my house while I was eatin' You know what I said Too bad you caught me cheatin', but... BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are" I paid it no attention, I walked inside Because Brian had a nine and he was chillin' in the ride I walked in the place, everybody was lookin' And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin' I sat down to eat, ordered my food I said to the waitress, "I don't men to be rude But I'll take you on a platter" She said, "You got a girl," I said, "It don't matter You look like you're tastier than a pipin' hot pizza What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa" I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that But when you get off work, yo, I'll be back" She looked at me and said, "Make yourself clear L, where we going?" I said, "Right here" She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see" I pulled up at ten on the D.O.T. When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat Laid her on the table and place my order And habe her a tip much bigger than a quarter On and on to the break 'a dawn All over the restaurant, word is born I heard somebody coughin', I checked my watch I couldn't believe it said nine o'clock I grabbed my pants, put on my Kangol Who did I see, Oh, yo, it was Brenda Yo, she worked at Red Lobster but I didn't remember LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[Intro/Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Why don't you make, hah, a resolution Heh, for God sake, give a contribution Huh, you're filthy rich huh, so help the world Donate some dough to the starvin' boys and girls They ain't eatin', we're just chillin', stop the killin' [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Change your ways huh, start givin' Huh, you're livin' like every day is thanksgivin' Huh, cool songs huh, nice cars, clear sky, bright stars Funky, funky beats on the radio be pumpin' Hah, you're so cool, well let us tell you somethin': Change your ways [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Hey you, don't be stupid, comprehend the words I'm speakin' to a beat that's crazy funky and keeps the people freakin' Just trust through us, you're listenin' to God talk Mic check 1, 2, huh, hey fellas tell 'em what they need to do [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] Come on, come on, let's do it, let's do it There's just so many of us, huh hey yo, there ain't nothin' to it We're just too strong, can't nothin' stop the movement Hah, party people listen - the world has room for improvement The groove is small and I know you've been thinkin' a lot about this jam So take his hand and take her hand and let's all lend a hand to our fellow man [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it We can do it, we can do it, we can do it [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [LL Cool J] We can do it, hah, that's right, but you gotta, gotta warn her We gotta help the junkies tastin' their dream fiendin' on the corner Cause yo we got the power And man we are the world, so what you wanna do What you wanna do homeboys and all you fly girls? Put your cigarette out, throw away your drink Take a moment of silence to stop and think Hah, we gotta change our ways huh Or we'll never see brighter days [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways [Outro: LL Cool J] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin'? All we gotta do is change our ways and everything will be aight youknowhatI'msayin'? There's so far to go youknowImean? But we gotta keep fightin', we gotta struggle youknowhatImean? And we stay alive, only the strong survive So part of you can change your ways and you'll be aight Peace from LL Cool J [Chorus] Come on, come on, come on, come on Change your ways |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah.. Yeah I like that guitar man, yeah Yo E-Love I like the way you flipped that guitar man Knahmsayin? It was a good idea man, knahmsayin? Yeah It's kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin? I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin? Just gon' chill, check it out Slick as Vasoline, smell good as cologne I'm like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone I rhyme like Superman, you rap like Jimmy Olson I break you like a bottle of green Golden Molson You ain't a real rhymer, you look like a actress How you gon' sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress? Am I that old, do I walk like Grady? I'ma hundred-fifty proof, Smirnoff is only 80 Don't you EVER try to rock my house I'm a real cool cat, know what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse? The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this Now think about it -- can you really come close to this? You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler Ugly as work shoes, messin with the Ruler: the ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer I work myself harder than a boxer's trainer [Chorus: LL Cool J] Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) [LL Cool J] You end up, underneath my sneaker You're dog doo-doo, I'm watchin you get weaker You can't believe, the skill and dexterity LL Cool J, and the J is for Jeremy So BUFF ME, James Todd the earthquaker That's right my brother, you're goin out like Sega {*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude? One of my battles'll get your girlies in the mood Sucker MC's really make me sick I'm so bad, I can suck my own {dick} If you go to your girl's house and I'm there already Don't go Crazy cause my name ain't Eddie Rhymes so rough, it's like a course in trigonometry When Einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout ME The Prince of the Earth, and I'ma give birth to a rhyme so hard you look soft as a Smurf Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out? LOVELY, and that's without a doubt! [Chorus 3/4X] [LL Cool J] Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor When I'm through, you'll need a nurse to take your temperature and cool you down, cause you're cold as leftovers Not the ones on the table, I'm talkin about RUFF rovers You can't get over -- what's my name, Goofy? You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother break out the looseys and take a pull, cause the buck stops here I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear Don't cross me, or lose your loyalty to the Prince of the Rap Court, I'm royalty And it ain't no puzzle, it's a shame how rappers guzzle paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzle to shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet I'm a one man RIOT, so don't even TRY IT The Prince of special tactics, plus I'm athletic Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine Speak your piece, then I'ma go for mine And I guarantee you, I'm gonna strike again I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Again' I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it You don't really wanna battle, why don'tcha just forget it! [Chorus 1/2] [LL Cool J] But if you're hard headed and you still don't understand Here's a little sample -- EHM EHM, my man (BRRRRRRRING) "Hello?" [cut n scratch "Cool J"] ".. takes everything you've got" -> [Cheers (theme song)] [cut n scratch "pushin a broom"] ".. sure would help a lot" -> [Cheers (theme song)] [LL Cool J] Check my stats, how we livin, I thought so I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point I'm tellin you, they're the serious joint I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew slow My voice is milky with a nice clear flow I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo I'm not a ballplayer, so now Y'KNOW! Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) KnowhatI'msayin? And I'ma be straight til the year 3000 That's word to mother, knahmsayin? And I say mother with a V cause the V is for Victory yaknahmsayin? Cause I'm the victor in this game, word up Knahmsayin? That's what time it is, peace [crew applause] That man, he sure is FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY! Funky, he sho' is! You best believe he's FUNKY! You didn't KNOW??? FUNKY! |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[Intro: LL Cool J]
Yeah, yeah, checkin' 'em out Special shout-out, keepin' on Check it out y'all, my man in the house... [LL Cool J] Corkunrun absolute killer of all Take her blood, bouncin' heads like balls Murderer, somethin' mutilater of Amiga I get ill, so blood spills, everytime I speak Drivin' Bombs that inveterate your ego Suckers all weird, no let the best go migo They talk and talk, I invade and take over Forget Mako, you gonna need a make-over I'm ferocious, animalistic, an animal On the mic - I'm a cannibal I eat livers, hearts, legs and arms They crown me the King of doin' nothin' but harm I'm two with the Universe and I'ma make you diverse, make I kill quick, so you'll win from crew to hers I'ma Titan, keepin' you frightened I went to the Motherland, so now I'm enlightened There's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] For bow-take to far cynical of Egypt Cool J I'm slay and I'm fully equipped to decapatate, amputate and take titles The legend of leather, I'ma real live idol Damn I take souls, condemn we men and make microphones men again and again Cause, I'm blood thirsty watch and try to curse me You'll lose the battle even if you out re-hearsed me I'ma rip holes watch heads roll, like a mole when I'm strollin' with my neck on a goal My battles' like a blackout, you can't back out Only difference, no time to feel a track out It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] So come forward, admit you're guilty Admit that your thoughts of New Jack killed me Admit you were sleepin' on the skills of L Now know that I handle mine, very well I burn buildings, eat emcee's Smack DJ's and tell the seated girls please They try to jam hard, but I'ma fan God And they could never get a piece of the man Todd King Posse ruler and high roller You losin' it son, your games' gettin' colder It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] I'm a Monar, the Warlord of life the eliminator, and I'ma score tonight Somethin' like Murley, but it goes much deeper Now just another rapper with a chain and a beeper One sample is ample, four emcees'll get trampled Bein' absent from God, I'ma give you sample My vocabulary's legendary, my rumpy your temporary So what your name in the bituary Step back the conquerer spreads his wings Kindergarten rappers, I'm back to change things I rock the clearest, one hell of a learer Since I can't miss and I'm kinda like a chemist When I put a potion together it's splendid and fatal You can never make a move on me cause you're still premado Grip the mic tight sometimes I get calasis And when I'm through you face baralysis I'm gettin' thinner, watch me eat dinner I'm down to skinner beginner to be a winner It's a... [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland [LL Cool J] Who gets the roughest, you know the answer You're a dandelion, I'm a panther When I pick up the mic, as my fist see mo' King of Rackadochio, I'm magnifigo When I rock, hearts roll on and walk bad Cause I know it's makes the face-sucker-ducks mad I came back to smack wifes and pull cards Introducin' the original Todd Just like a bloodhound but I got this spellbound Your rhymes are snowbound and I can throwdown I'm like a thundercloud, I drop heavy Hold steady, get ready, your petti confetti Techniques and styles - they ain't ready Ah, ah, yeah - full of horsepower and I'ma devour Stay clean when I scream you're soft las cauliflower I set the track and record you like a brown mouse Then flick and do a Bruce Lee 'roundhouse No threat exist, no man can stand say mic check and expect to take the man [Chorus: LL Cool J] Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland, uh |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah Funky! Uh Yeah Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her face belongs on a dollar bill Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-B Drivin around in a 300e Trunk jewelry and all that Talkin bout, "My man can't fall black!" Sippin on cham', diamonds on her hand Takin cash, carryin drugs for her man Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta Under the seat a automatic beretta You know, the whole blase blah of rap Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap That's the type of girl she is Word to Miz, she got the full length blue fox, knock you out the box Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes The type of girl that cold did son wrong She got the face that you wanna spend money on Her man be smackin her up Yeah, backin her up to the wall, get undressed, where you goin? You ain't playin me out with that hoein Look in the mirror, check the jewels Silly rabbit, you know the rules But he had to leave on another deal So she's out there with sex appeal It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin outside, tellin her homegirls, we can do the do, with who-ever we want to cause we're the fly girl crew Not knowin her man messed up the money Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny Went in a disco, came outside Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride She had to pay for her man's mistakes They shot her in the head That's the breaks |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[Intro: LL Cool J]
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style The a the b the c the d the e the f the g the h the i the j the k the l the m the n the o the p the q the r the s the t the u the v w, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me [LL Cool J] Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time and move on, you better get another vick to work with - or quit Cause I'm on some ol' L shit Capable of murder but I never committed Takin' no shorts so you better forget it Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her Supercalifalistic emcee excutioner Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin' Despirin', admirin' the way I'm gettin' fly and I sees ecleptoes and I resent those brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer I was holdin' back the man superior, right? You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight You stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I Shake'n'Bake and break the laws of gravity And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee And all that LL shit, you can't see me You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak ER-ERM!! Cause it gets no rougher It gets no rougher Yo man, you know how to take the order a-b-c emcee's youknowhatI'msayin'? Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em [LL Cool J] I release the juice smack dab in your face Do damage, I'm pickin' up the pace My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at nighttime straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed And before you pick up the mic to get fly You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralysed I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs' in your EYES!! The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I'm on the case With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down The competition is booty get the picture now? Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know I won't allow, not now, no way, no how any form of disrespect, you better bow Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump in between my jaws adversaries got chomped The cordless mic is my only utensil Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil Cause I'm massive, and you're a small fry You're all in, a stunt, a fall-guy Outta order I smolder blacks to make you SUFFER!! Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get and drop these L dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin', youknowI'msayin'? Tell 'em [LL Cool J] Let me ask you ask a question... You could take the game of rap and rule it alone Demonstrate many styles on the microphone Build an empire like an African King I had to show Apu Jack the Ripper could swing I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents There's only one title - I own it Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the workshop They try to eve'sdrop, goin' to make rock Aerodynamically, it's all automatically the way I jiggly full of originality Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope Then I cut 'em like a cantalope - on the table they ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable Crack your back bone, harder than grimstone Doin' your justice overseein' like a chaporone Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged [Interlude: LL Cool J] Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it (Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man youknowI'msayin'? you better raw sick for years..) this how we do it dogg (...Pump that good man, let's cut us some real, real somethin') Yo, bust this [LL Cool J] I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker I freak the beat and get shieker Rule over King, you're too over-eager You're tryin' to make a move for I'ma prove you're ridiculious I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin' When you mess with, the man with the plan mic in his hand and a fresh skit R-O-U-G-H-E-R, ROUGHER!! So here we are Face to face, mic to mic, man to man While your battle ship is sinkin' in quicksand Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep Shh... smoke the mic like a cigarette Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull One toke, your crews' a joke I run through rappers like runnin' through rubber holes is Nigga, I'm comin' up roses Step back - I got the title - bear-witness to a dope recital I've killed many men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again Cause it gets no rougher [Outro: LL Cool J] YouknowI'msayin'? I'm rulin' this game It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
Yeah.. youknowhatI'msayin? Eh-heh
It's real funny youknowhatImean? I like can't believe this y'know Jealousy like tried to move on me youknowhatI'msayin? So I said nah I ain't gonna, y'know make no energetic hyped up yellin, type joint, knowhatImean? I'm just gon' cool back, youknowhatI'msayin? Word up to this slow gangster beat type thing Check it out yo.. Jealousy - I wanna kill him and shoot him He's a sucker - I'd like to execute him Recruit him - put him in my school and school him I said somethin simple, and I knew that I'd fool him He's only mediocre, jealousy can't get with me Hang up your clothes, cause jealousy ain't spent to me He's just a monkey, ridin my back In fact I kidnap, ramsack, hijack and backslap the fool.. .. see my name is Cool J I play for keeps, the microphone's my tool I've been holdin back long enough I had to bring it Jealousy is in the house y'all, fellas sing it Jealous.. Jealous.. There's no need to be Jealous.. Jealous.. Bih mellow, youknowhatI'msayin? Jealous.. Jealous.. Gangster groove, word up knowhatI'msayin? Jealous.. Jealous.. Check it out y'all I'm not lackadaisical or lazy on the microphone I bring the bacon home so jealousy go home Or play the wall and pout about the way the prince is rollin So when they give it up, stand back and start foldin All your jealous show clothes, I think you need to grab a half-pint of Cisco and hang out with Backstabber Cause I'ma break down all walls Jealousy built and then walk tall, like I'm standin on stilts yeah Jealousy the jam is mean you'll have to rewind it If you didn't know about him, you must have been blinded Ask him if I'm right, he'll tell you he sure is Excuse me for a moment, fellas sing a smooth chorus Jealous.. Jealous.. KnowhatI'msayin? Smooth, word up Jealous.. Jealous.. Huh, crazy gangster beat, youknowhatI'msayin? It's like a gangster lean Jealous.. Jealous.. Yeah yeah youknowhatI'msayin? It's Cool J in the house, youknowhatI'msayin? Jealous.. Jealous.. Word up, check it out Check it, yo Thank you fellas, the way you sung the chorus was swift but now it's time to pump lyrics, and shoot the gift His name is Jealousy fellas see what I mean now turn it out without a doubt and if it hits you in the heart don't pout Cause I'ma hit Jealousy and his posse where it hurts a lot Him and his boys have a habit, they always smirk a lot and make mean faces, I see em in many places Scared to face us, they wish they could erase us or outdo us, can't do damage and never will The Legend in Leather is clever, man I'ma never chill Allah take a break from this, yo I love swingin Yo E, pop the bubbly, fellas, start singin Jealous.. Jealous.. KnowhatI'msayin? It's like a crazy gangster groove, youknowhatImean? Jealous.. Jealous.. Huh-huh, Jealousy ain't got no wins, youknowhatI'msayin? Jealous.. Jealous.. Yo but it ain't nuttin youknowhatI'msayin? Cause yo I'm the prince of rap knowhatI'msayin? Word up Jealous.. Jealous.. Yo.. it's crazy.. I am the one Bust it Oooh yeah, now I'ma wind it up It's time to move on and end the Jealousy cut and head off with a bang that sang and kicked your brain in I flowed like water now I'm finished explainin In the spotlight tonight his name was Jealousy And for some strange reason, it seems fellas be fallin for him, I hope you understood Stay away from him he ain't no good YouknowhatI'msayin man yo (that's word yeah I hear that) Yeah word up (can't hang out man) Yo it ain't nuttin yo yaknowwhatI'msayin cause we gon' do this (we gon' do it right) (get involved man) Yo get the champagne man (just chill) |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[And you say New York City...
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk. People spread gossip and believe what they must, but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust. A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed, and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed. Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice); and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice. I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan- -natics of the Asiatic miracle man. Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real. Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel. He's so-so, I got the instinct. They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink. You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love: Let me see your earrings jingle, love... I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you. That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul. Rise, suprise, and I advise you all. To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt. My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh. I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch. Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch. You're real funny, you really try to go for yours. But I know why: you ain't had no dough before. So you tried and lied to drain my fame. This ain't a game, yo, you know my name. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now, dance to my remix single... When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think, cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink. And tried to run down that, I can't get over that garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son. I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'. Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins. Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it. Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to the mother!) Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker, and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now... lemme see your earrings jingle... .break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me, your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B. You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice, but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice. Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb. Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves. Played your hand, lost track of your plan, when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man. Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get. I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin', you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'. You know you can't create and get mean like this; when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! When it's all over, said and done, my friend, they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again." So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop. Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop. I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor. Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter) [And you say New York City] |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[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 |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
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] |
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from LL Cool J - Walking With A Panther (1999)
[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...) |
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