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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant I put it down from the gutter to the tenement It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby Check this shit out right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I came slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin' my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name the Greatest Of All Times? Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I shine and my s combine With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch Back in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL Cool J-
Lady I just want you to fantasize with imagination Know what I'm saying, uh yeah, yeah Uh, yeah I like that Give me some more, some more of my vocals You know sex 'em up a little bit You know what I mean? You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in the mirror Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer You're turning me on, keep me standing up I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between Then I'll take you to the window so the world can see Baby I'm down on my knees let your world be free Pearl tongue, come get up on this desk with me Multiple orgasms is your destiny LeShaun (LL Cool J)- I'ma get you for your paper Make you leave you girl (Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that) Have you calling me your ultimate thrill (Imagine that) I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill LL Cool J (LeShaun)- I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide (Imagine that) Me and my fold got my broads collide (Imagine that) Knocking girls off two at a time (Imagine that) Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) Uh, imagine I'm your teacher and you stayed after school You've been a bad girl you broke all the rules Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh You're wearing a plad skirt and long white socks The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot I kiss your neck unbutton your blouse Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth Your apple's so ripe I'm your tutor for life Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight You could read the Iliad and the whole Odyssey But no Trojan soldier scold you like me Match my calculus then measure my frequency But when you blast on my lap that's the highest degree, yo LeShaun (LL Cool J)- I'ma get you for your paper Make you leave you girl (Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that) Have you calling me your ultimate thrill (Imagine that) I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill LL Cool J (LeShaun)- I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide (Imagine that) Me and my fold got my broads collide (Imagine that) Knocking girls off two at a time (Imagine that) Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) You was laughing with your girlfriends, sippin' a drink When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink Guided you to the dance floor and held you tight We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice You rocking the baby tee and mini skirts and spikes The club is so black we can't see our own hands I know you feel that bulge through them Fubu pants We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd The lights start to flash the music is too loud We hit the back door and jump in the limousine You pull up your skirt I put some ice in between You're tired from the dancing so I kiss your feet Even though we outside I hear the bass from the beat Funkmaster Flex chop it up for the freaks DJ Enuff make the mommies wanna creep No problem uh mi spouse no aqui Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi Si mami I'm the chaffer make it whip Take a ride bet you never forget Here we go LeShaun (LL Cool J)- I'ma get you for your paper Make you leave you girl (Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that) Have you calling me your ultimate thrill (Imagine that) I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill LL Cool J (LeShaun)- I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide (Imagine that) Me and my fold got my broads collide (Imagine that) Knocking girls off two at a time (Imagine that) Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?" as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap (Chorus) x2 Ja Rule- It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey LL Cool J- Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics and force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land (Chorus) x2 Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm sayin?, all that bullshit you was talking Dont mean shit, you finish now I'm still the man nigga the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm sayin, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame but is this really what you want? Hahahahahahahha |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim...my...yeah Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop Verse 1: LL Cool J I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages Paid in full european shit fuck Avis Rocks in ears...blingin' the atmosphere Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year But the L still here watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm) Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop Verse 2: LL Cool J Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say 'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karots That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts I ain't impressed by you playa that's that Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing...not cool You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled But your albums trash from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm) Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop Verse 3: LL Cool J Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow) Paparozzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow) Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile and my iced-out dial I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smile And deuce ass niggas is noodles And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle 'Scuse my French Ja ma pel LL I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as hell, big fell, I excel, rock bells (I'm) Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL Cool J)
I didn't even know a young lady could look that good I'm ready da bounce outa queens and come to your hood I'm ready da change your life baby, spend some cash Because you got me chinky eyed like blunts mixed with hash When your in my ferrari, look at the seats carve your ass L drive drunk baby, pass the glass As we run up in the club politican with thugs When your bra straps showin' baby girl it's love 'Cause you are the loose Token and sippin' honeypoof Cause you are the loose Sweet as cranberry, peach snaps and apple-loops Runnin' with Queens finest all the way to the top Pass cars, hard dick and plenty money to shop (Hook) Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, You know that ass look crazy Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes Take it off, I know my crew look shady Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Wo day drive is live, Monte Carlo was ill Convertable limousines, def jam got the bill Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill Well when the partys over we can go there and chill In London it's Big Ben style breakfast in bed In Paris you were on an Eifel Tower givin' me head Go to Switzerland, private jets over the house Come home, ghetto style, bend you over the couch Real niggaz, nothin' but the platnium shit Keep that ass soakin wet, plus I'm spendin' his chips Who's fuckin' wit that, put your middle finger in the air Has a jet pasion X-man playin' wit your hair (Hook) Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, You know that ass look crazy Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes Take it off, I know my crew look shady Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Dance for me baby (x4) To my man Black Jus baby RIP Accesory to the crime is the prime dogg 3 When we get the money baby, spreadin' the cream To tell your brother Joe to hold it down for Queens And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill J.T. Damon in the car let's get the squeels My nigga Big Bonny Puff, glad your home Rock the bells Melly Mell, Jimmy Love and Tone Baby we live cats, lookin' at where in we rides at Drug walls, hip-hop beats, how 'bout that The rest fell so far, they can't climb back Let's take it to the video-tape, rewind that (Hook)(x2) Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby (everybody in the club) Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me (word up) Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately (champagne glass in the air baby) Take it off, You know that ass look crazy (Just wanna pop it dog, word up) Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes (yeah yeah) Take it off, I know my crew look shady (it's official, word up) Take it off, You see me spendin' dubs baby Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby Take it off, Greatest of All Times. (x1 |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool [Redman] Yo what am I, an animal? [LL] Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope Tell your mama please, get up off her knees You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupris' team Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong For so glowin, afro pickin S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin [Method Man] Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks [LL] The honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in Cuz I be down before the heist now ?double those and blow backwind? Uno san matino, stan stagiac Now I'm rockin stone cold on my favorite maniacs The top rooster pluckin, chickens when I'm cluckin WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin Fuhgidabowdit Yo kid Fuhgidabowdit Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Eh, Fuhgidabowdit [Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Menace II Society I roll through the drive thru like Kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too See my boys down the ride crack patience too Bricks, walk around, snorkel down Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house Transportin out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners [Method Man] And them niggas that ran... [Redman] My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten [Meth] Where the stash at [Red] Yo, yo, punk, M takin me wit him Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit [Method Man] Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion You know my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin Star Jones I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy [Redman] Yo, he use it as an ashtray now [Method] Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip... Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Uh, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Still pullin out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] [DMX] The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin I never liked you, and you, I don't know So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why You guys will live while everybody else'll starve That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo' Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch Fuhgidabowdit |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL (Tikki)]
(Right now) I'm bout to show you how it's done, you can (Shut down) Yo, my uzi weights a ton, you can (Beat down) And you can pump it in your system till it (Blow out) Whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to (Smack up) Anybody who front like he (Hardcore) Don't he know I stay raw? This is (LL) Competetion, they fell because I (Do this) Bringing drama and truth cuz I don't (Play that) And I be reepin up cash since (Way back) Put your honey on my lap and make her (Heat up) Got her beggin me to beat it up (Raw dog) Throw your wacky on the floor, straight (Kill that) Have her garglin nuts until I (Spill that) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You wanna battle? Set it off baby (Come on) Come one, Come on, Come on [Hook] (F) because my flavor's the best (A) I get my hustle off all day (R) Reck my block, knee all far (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man (E) Big up to my nigga E Love (R) Keep the ill rims on the car (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers (What) Farmers (What) (Murder) Little niggas gettin money on the (Hot block) He got the chrome shit spinnin up on (Linden) Look at the ice and leather, the way it (Blendin) Pass the spit hot Linden from here to (Mary) You think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever (Here it) And when it comes to this I'm not a (Soldier) I'm a General crack King (I told ya) I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga (What now) Tell your man step up, then watch he (Go down) Game one, do or die like (Bedside) Nobody even comin close, nigga (Why try) From the Bronx to Shaolin to (Uptown) Like Buckshot said nigga (Duck down) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You know I'm goin out nigga (Come on) Come on, Come one, Come on [Hook] Na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (No doubt) I'll take your block and air it out, stay (Ice out) Me and my man, Little Sharp in the (Double R) Whole block, lined up wit all the (Hot cars) Nigga, never be afraid you gotta (Get paid) No matter what I do, I keep it (Sexy) Me and my team spendin cream on the (Club scene) On Performance Boulevard out in (Killa Queens) This joint knocked in the tunnel bout (One o'clock) They like them raw, not the watered down (Hip Hop) The broad money and alah zay it (Don't Stop) Niggas stumblin and fallin off a (Head Ride) When I'm goin to Bedshaw (Remember me) I'm the greast Em Cee there could (Ever be) You better call Def Jam, and tell 'em (Hold on) Cuz another major label told me (Come on) Come on, Come on, Come on [Hook |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL Cool J] {*Thomas harmonizing in background*}
I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one Uh-huh.. they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made" Heh-heh.. word up That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean? Check this out y'all I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet? To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary I used to say shit like, "C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me? Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin Red lipstick prints all over my drawers Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released This is us Chorus: Carl Thomas You know that I do, the best that I can But you don't seem to love me no more, no more I try to please you, and be your man But you don't seem to love me no more, no more [LL Cool J] The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join? You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime to put your child through college baby, now have you? Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute Child born with a destiny only God can dispute Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' My dream was to flow and escape the hell below but the demons in my life set fire to my dough I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe This is us Chorus [LL Cool J] They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?" Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go Give me a hug, not too long, give me space When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle Now kiss my chest, call me Superman Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band (?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor This behavior, should save ya from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo Reminisce with photos And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? Chill, relax baby, support me from the background Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round complain about, who's tradin ass for cash If there ain't no trust then just us can't last This is us, I know you feelin that Think about that shit, word up Chorus [Carl Thomas] Your man, your man, your man Everything we've been through yeah All the places we've been yeah Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha Ever since you walked all all over me, ha And even if we bring this back together, ha You know it won't be the same, no no no no No no no no no, ha Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh Hooo hooo hooo Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee? Whoahhhh |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
LL Cool J]
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated you ready to give up? You ready to end it all? Don't do it dog, word up I don't care if you black, white, latin, asian, whatever We all go through pain When you can't think.. use your soul baby Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap throne back I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my back They slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for inventin my flow I'm a child of God, witness the risin son From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one This thing of ours, got competition takin red showers Grievin mothers callin 1-800-Flowers My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world turn? Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {hell} They lookin for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, breathin in purple haze Po' nigga's on the bricks his whole life He ain't got nuttin to live for, so fuckin livin right But if you stay in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it don't fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil Genocide was committed on the black people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave anyway The average cat and LL Cool J It's a never ending cycle, life and death Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death Chorus: LL Cool J I CAN'T THINK! Why do I feel I'm losin my mind? I CAN'T THINK! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I CAN'T THINK! Even though I'm a one of a kind I CAN'T THINK! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the way I CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parlay I CAN'T THINK! It's all about survival God {*scratched* - "You know the epilogue by James Todd" - Biggie Smalls} [LL Cool J] Put your life on the line, you runnin out of time The coroner's callin, she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is WHAT, keep the razor blade tucked Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up Player here, player there, nigga turned you out but never told you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be shared and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king I ain't tradin my soul in for skins and chrome rims Chorus [LL Cool J] Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it! The dawn, of a new millenium, came to pass The world revolves around sex or cash The black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast All I ever seen was killers and dopefiends From FEDS Magazine to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team Givin it to the world and I'm tellin it like it is Tossin lyrical daggers and sendin em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damnit I WANNA LIVE! The legendary master of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse Chorus |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Chorus: Amil
Hello, hello (yo, yo) {*repeat 6X*} Call me on the telephone.. [LL Cool J] Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8 Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw Imaginary worlds we could both explore (Hello) Baby what you wearin right now? (Hot pants) My girl ain't around, let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap (I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back) (Nigga you like that?) You see I'm runnin up my bill Momma might hear me, but you just too ill I got your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I was there what would you do? (I'd lay you on your back) (Ride or die daddy, and I love it like that) Chorus [LL Cool J] You the freak of my dreams, the reason that I keep on baggy jeans (Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens) (I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin it) (I bet you I can make you cum first) Throw the bets in I'm a nasty nigga, made to order Kiss below the border with a warm glass of water Is you wit me? (Yeah) Tell me how it taste I promise I'll keep the telephone right in my face How it feel? (Feels good) Where you at? (In the hood) (Talkin on the phone like a good girl should) (To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak) Strawberry shortcake, good enough to eat (And I taste mad sweet) We big freaks Blastin off on the phone seven days a week Chorus [LL Cool J] I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes sweet to make sure your ex-man can't compete Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil G-string sittin like a snake in a coil (Hold on, I think somebody on the oth |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
You And Me
Yeah, uh-uh {Hoo...} Word up And this here New York City {Mmm...ha...} Word up {Take me away, baby} Uh-uh-uh-uh Damn, you and your man had beef So he left you uptown, teary-eyed on a back street For me to scoop up in a Bentley drop Long as God hold me down, you know I had to stop What the deal, ma, you wanna use my cell You runnin’ solo, this block foul as hell You said, "My ex be beatin’ on me He mad jealous, even though he be cheatin’ on me," mmm I said, "Miss, let me tell you somethin’ ‘Bout who’s makin’ major moves and who’s frontin’, huh Who’s talkin’ loud but ain’t sayin’ nothin’ And those who hit the one they wanna keep frontin’ He don’t appreciate the well till it run dry Love is blind, it’s hard to say goodbye The smart birds choose to fly ‘Cause we livin’ in a hope, girlfriend, let’s do or die" Here’s my definition of love everlastin’ I would trade all my cash in for passion Tiffany jewels and designer fashions To hear happiness is mine for the askin’ Every day on my knees I pray That I would run into someone that made me feel this way What you think, you wanna ride with L Some things are meant to be, baby, you never could tell Every night, every day I just sit and dream about you {You and me} You and me (Uh-uh, come on) {Uh-huh} "Hold me tight" I used to say Take your love to ever after {Baby, you and me, yeah, yeah} You and me Now we dippin’ on a FDR Here’s one of them lucky nights when you could peep out the stars We speak without talkin’ and the world is ours When I glance over at ya I could feel your power You schemin’ L want a one night stand I’m schemin’ ‘cause you probably in love with a man But we keep on rollin’, hopin’ there’s somethin’ more Dreamin’ about tomorrow and what life got in store Livin’ no drama, we could chill, relax Sex all night, in the morn’ count stacks Sip Grand Marnier and maybe puff a dime sack But only in moderation, we ain’t livin’ like that, you heard We tented up the Tavern on the Green To talk about love ‘cause the game’s extreme The best of abuse and everything in between ‘Cause I want you to think of me when you need someone to lean on I’m from Queens, I’mma rep to the fullest But I’d rather chill with you ‘stead of dodgin’ bullets Flock in the stash I don’t really wanna pull it On some so-called thug cat that’s thinkin’ independence He said you’re fair, be ridin’ your nerves And you hate him for never givin’ you the life you deserve Remember the one you hold a grudge is foul And everything you ever wanted is puttin’ him down, so {Baby every night} Every night, every day {Yeah...} I just sit and dream about you (Uh) {Oh, you and me, baby} (Uh-huh, uh-huh) You and me {Oh...ooh...oh...ooh...yeah...} "Hold me tight" I used to say Take our love to ever after {Oh, you and me, baby} You and me {Ah, yeah} I promise you dreams do come true There’s trials and tribulations that we all go through When your heart’s bleedin’, how could the sky seem blue But listen up, Shorty, this is what I wanna do Be there for you, baby, care for you When my dogs stare at you, never sharin’ you And to my ex-girfriend, never comparin’ you Do the things that your ex-lover dare to do Time to bounce, baby, I’m takin’ you home Look at the moonlight sparkle on the 20 inch chrome The rocks on my hand got a life of they own Plus a blend James bumpin’ and it’s settin’ the tone Should I jet to the hotel, is now the right time Or should I be decent and explore your mind You said you grew up in the ghetto and I heard you’re hard Tried to live smart but your dreams fell apart You dated hustlers and born customers They totally destroyed whatever trust there was Now you hate men and everything they stand for ‘Cause you want to be treated like a queen not a w**** Close you eyes, don’t be afraid to dream Open your heart to this cat from Queen Whatever you wanna do, however you wanna do it Back to back, baby, we could get each other through it {Oh, every, yeah, yeah} Every night, every day (Know what I mean) I just sit and dream about you (Word up) {Baby, you and me, baby} You and me (Yeah, yeah) {Hold me tight} "Hold me tight" I used to say (Come on, come on) Take your love to ever after (Come on) {You and me, yeah...} You and me I just want you to think about that, you know what I’m sayin’ Late at night when you layin’ there And you feel like the whole world is fallin’ around you Remember these words that I said There’s somebody out there for you, baby Might be me, you never know Word up, stay strong, Shorty Keep your eyes up to the sky, you know what I’m sayin’ And let nobody tell you, you can’t make it Don’t let nobody around you tell you That it ain’t possible to make your dreams come true Word up, uh Know what I mean It’s real Queens representin’, rock on Every night, every day I just sit and dream about you {You and me, yeah, yeah} You and me {Hey...yeah} "Hold me tight" I used to say Take your love to ever after {Makin’ love, baby, you and me} You and me {I’m dreamin’ ‘bout you, baby} Every night, every day I just sit and dream about you {He don’t treat me like you do} You and me {Oh...oh...} "Hold me tight" I used to say |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Homicide
This for my man yo... word up [Radio transmission] "I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden." "Uh, drug related?" "The usual." I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Verse 1] He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor Choked her to death so she don't scream no more He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth Copped a chain, copped some crills Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot A well known murderer, check the ill plot Call up Corey Buns, get him on the block Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot He came through, straight strip search He said I'm comin back, and I'ma put in work Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone Prepared for more shit than Depends Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens Niggas said Buns came through lookin strange Yeah, Buns won't stay in his lane Aight, Buns want ghetto fame And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X] I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Verse 2] Jamaician cat, real treacherous Used to smuggle burners up from Texas Had the ill crib out in Rosedale Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale Chinese Jamacian, real pretty nigga Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the block I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy I heard his right hand man disappeared They found his bike in the street somewhere Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit Small world, I was close to his right hand man's chick She kept beepin him he never called back When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black Pretty Jamacian kept doin his thing Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head What goes around, comes back around Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down [Radio transmission] "Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree." "Roger, a squad car is on the way." It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide[4X] I don't mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Radio transmission] "Central, the cat has been rescued." [Verse 3] In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes You never know if you gon win or lose We walk around feelin confused and totally abused Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin like a king Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing Queens finest, but there's one minus The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us I'm sick and tired of going to wakes Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic I shed tears, but use shades to mask it "Mr. Media", where was you at when my man died When it was classified a drug related homicide It's like until the killer hit the suburbs I aint hear nothing, not a word "Mr. Media", help us shed light on these homicides Not just Columbine, but all the time It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide[8X] |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas Straight up, all y'all niggas Yo, Yo Queens got the vets click ) (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the best click {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens take ya heads {Yo} click {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the vets {Yo} click {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit 'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit I'm here to crack ya cat's skulls open Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin' Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open Ya rhymes is trash, that aint worth the token Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts When I'm plottin this, overthrow the government Burn the whole metropolis al warfare, hip-hip apocalypse Strap devils to the chairs Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue Flex could take one, too The wait, I'm supplyin' My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion I'm ready for the showdown Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game Is something I can't avoid Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy I seek and destroy Uhh, turn me up a little I'm a blaze yall niggas and represent queens Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't like it With niggas that's invited without recited ignited It burn madd slow and that's why - easy to light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death Tonight there's no tomorrow I'm out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua But I can take it farther Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava Prodigy Fucker, yo, aiyyo This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things Persistant, we keep comin' like some nigs Droppin albums, every few years we rich We the best, we the vets We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit It's P, nigga, check my record, it's flawless Do the knowledge to the Yeah ya fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow trends, we set those, so get up on it (So get up on it) click till fade - no background |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
[LL Talking - 1st chorus]
Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah [Chorus] I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time I'm the G.O.A.T. The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J) The Greatest of All Time (LL) The Greatest of All Time (Cool J) I'm The Greatest of All Time [Verse 1] I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL? Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Speilberg "Chill" My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on Straight to the studio dirty - no shower Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL) Who about to hit all your homes (LL) Who about to spit all the flows That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more (We know) Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo? I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real Uptown - the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine [Chorus] [Verse 2] East Coast - y'all want it, y'all got it Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic Look outside nigga, my cars excited Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product Like ecstacy, my crew's next to me It's my destiny, to make history I'm the emperor - Rap King From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing One question: Do I do my thing thing? (Hell Yeah) Then putcha L's in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time You want that other nigga album But that nigga bought all mine So get the realness (uhh) Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh) Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless (uhh) Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this (uhh) I'm about to kill this (uhh) [Chorus] [(Background) LL] (LL Cool J is) Break it down (Hard as) Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah [laugh] Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga Feel it Fuck wrong wit you? [Verse 3] I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill Greatest of All Time, and that's all real Ain't no reapper could do what I do Rip ya whole label solo, no crew Ain't a MC that I can't go throught And I only have respect for a chosen few But they could get it too Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you I'm the one they call when shit gets critical The way I conquer the world is spiritual I'm imperial Everlasting, the best who ever did it Holdin the crown down, can't nobody get it Germany, Italy, France, Japan London, Africa, bow to The Master - The G.O.A.T. [Chorus 2X] LL Cool J is hard as.. |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit My vocals, uh, uh I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet I'm a star, double the dick, the double R Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns L.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor Drop a bomb on 'em Remain calm on 'em Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name 59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck Pumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it? Lay the facts out until the cats out Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave." Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath Still I'm a lyrically hold it down L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary I'm tryin to get this money Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em As soon as the track come on, I transform on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system Strobe lights flashin cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name Rappers don't reall want it, they might claim they do They know I'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a few After I blaze you, I get a doughnut Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused You thought you caught me slippin, I was falsely accused Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like Tom Cruise They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose Lay up time to choose, all I hate is on the left You hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breath Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like Cracker Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up G backs nigga Invincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicale This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller A little somethin for ya ice guerillas Drop a bomb on 'em When its time to attack Quiet Storm on 'em Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
[Voice]
Ahh ah, welcome to a brand new day [repeat 4X] [LL Cool J] Word up, this shit gon' be ill (Uh-huh, uh-huh..) raw like sushi Love paper like Ricky love Lucy Pop collars, L got heat Fifteen years, I'm thorough on the street Flood the rap game with product That bullshit video, I don't know why you shot it The biggest L of them all, "Hollis to Hollywood" and I still play the wall, y'all's get the balls motherfucker, Duke fold like singles Bass from my joint make your clitoris tingle That's my word scrams, stupid ass in the club You buy a bitch a drink, now you fallin in love I gave y'all the love game you thought I was soft Now you whinin like a bitch over some broad you lost Playboy bunny got you feelin all crummy Y'all niggaz want the honey all we want is the money [repeat 4X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I [LL Cool J] I had a bad shooby-doobie for ya Down in Georgetown fuckin with the Hoyas Lookin for a darkskin chocolate chick Bowlegged with a perm and the ass was thick Blacker the berry - well you know the rest She got the most rhythm, she ride the best Talkin midnight black, nappy hair with peas in the back Scratch my pipe up everytime I hit that (oow) She don't look Hawaiian, she not Puerto Rican No disrespect mami, but tonight L creepin with the darkest honey I could find Can't hit a light-skinned dime all the time Get your black ass over here, you out your mind? I'll turn Halle Berry down for you anytime Black queen, dark and lovely, sippin on my bubbly First you got to love yourself, then you can love me [repeat 4X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I [LL Cool J] I still love you light skin, I'll pimp y'all too When I cruise through your hood girl, whatcha gon' do? I heard only pretty boys get to run wit you Topless in my six now, is that really true? Baby look at you, your whole yellow crew Cute baby face but look at what you bout to do? "Si'l vous plais ma cherie, merci beaucoup" When my joint up in her mouth, she like, "You speak French too?" [repeat 8X] M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I, nigga want to hump-that I |
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from LL Cool J - G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith The Greatest Of All Time (2000)
1st verse]
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick My dingling shit flip emaculate Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less Rip a nigga from the East to the West Just a lyrical maze lyrical days God works in mysterious ways I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back Nigga L never got rip by a trackI don't fuck around, always come back For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm Cool double O flow well to the LL I'm leave the world looking hard as hell [chorus] 8x I shut 'em down (Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!) [2nd verse] To the next plateau niggas bet my flow Betta bet I role wit more control Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete Spit razors to rip the beat Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out How to find out Bump and grind out Pump the lines out I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal [chorus] I shut 'em down (16x) (after the 8th time)Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!) [3rd verse] I can take you to the level if I let my phantom Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom Smoke a little Branson on the side of the mansion Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing Branson make that trans and keep it dancing I'm a murder every nigga in the game Can't stand the rain Fuck a maintain Gotta leave the world in flames Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes Tryin to read my name Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain Sideways stimulator bringin the flames Niggas wanna feel me spit the whole clips Sing along it will split your lip 45 wit an name on the grip Niggas said you wanna batlle Nigga now talk shit [chorus] 8x I shut 'em down (Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me |
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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
(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)
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 - 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)
[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 Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
Crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby You crazy baby Crazy, crazy baby (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Ain't no particular color for a crazy girl Usin' her ass to survive in a crazy world Lacin' ya baby, givin' ya diamonds and the pearls (Ooh) Sippin' the Belve makin' ya stomach wanna hurl (Ooh) Spend chips tonight Me and Swizz got a miss she gone strip tonight What you hearin', what's your seein', what's you get tonight Got an anaconda snake for them lips tonight Baby hit the lights That's why I can't explain the way I just keep on dropin' heat Laughin' at competition because they can't compete Tiger Woods grand slam, Micheal Jordan threepeat The body I'm rockin' is harder than my beats You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Ride out Hard to be humble when I be gunnin' from the back My life is a movie, that's why I decided to act (Yeah) Packin' this poetry in your ears like wax Blowin' my celly, rollin' ya philly relax I hit it and quit that's why they call me "Be Back" Cuz I might be back, might not be back Love 'em and leave 'em lyin', deceivin' and cheatin' And when you catch 'em you peekin' and for the knowledge you're reachin' A painful lesson you're teachin', a sugar daddy you're seekin' You fall in love for the weekend, just like the Garden of Eden even You better ask Swizz how it is we do this From the gutter to the top of the world look at my wrists You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl Let's ride Make 'em cope the unorthodox Cat's prayin' that I drop like a halter-top Scatter the whole spot like I bust a shot Half a mil in big bills baby rust a lot (Mmmmmmm) Used to cuss a lot, when I crushed the box The drop get more head than a barber shop Even old people stop when L park on the block (Doodoodoodoo) Pictures and autographs "WE LOVE YOU", thanks a lot A grown ass man, got skills and what not Anywhere I touch you girl, becomes a G-Spot Six months ago I was cold, now I'm hot Six months ago you was platinum, now you flopped You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around (You just a) Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around You just a Crazy Girl LL Cool J-ah And 'Shonda And Swizz, Swizz, Swizz, Swizz Beatz now Crazy Girl You just movin' around And just shakin' around And just runnin' around And just playin' around And just foolin' around And just clowin' around Crazy Girl Put ya hands up You just movin' around Hey And just shakin' around Hey And just runnin' around Hey And just playin' around Hey And just foolin' around Hey And just clowin' around Hey Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo Let's ride |
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from 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 Westwood (2003)
[Intro: Marc Dorsey]
This is for my number one This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore [Verse 1] This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way Cuz lately I been busy a lot And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back in the days I was your number one pick Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix I had to dig deep inside myself Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else It's a long journey back to the place we was When I was too embarrased to admit I was in love And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up I can't let us self-destruct [Hook: Marc Dorsey] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Verse 2] When I think about the things we did And I think about you having my kids And I think about us sharing a crib Losin' all that, God forbid You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things In addition to the SL's, bigets and rings Instead I walk around like I'm a king And having you ain't nothing but a thing I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good Too busy frontin' in the hood Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow One more chance baby and don't say no Cuz I got another side to show Some say love is painful it helps you grow Well it's time for the pain to go, ya'know [Hook] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together [Verse 3] It's a brand new me, a brand new you A brand new day, sky so blue Hold my hand while I walk with you Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you No more games callin' you foul names Actin' like females is all the same I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed From this day forward I'll never be the same I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams I love you, lemme show you what I mean Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene A toast to the queen, you're back in my life But this time I'ma do it right Trust me, from the bottom of my heart Nothin's gonna tear us apart, promise [Hook x2] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together |
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from Jennifer Lopez - All I Have [single] (2003)
Love is life,
And Life Is Living, It's Very Special J.Lo:oooh Ll Cool J: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeahhh ll cool j: baby please go baby please go J.Lo: yeah yeah (J.Lo)Its such a shame but I'm staying i love the way you been treatin me And its crazy but oh baby it dose matta whatever do faze me (Ll Cool J) I dont believe you wanna stay like this I do believe I just had my last fake kiss I dont believe we'll laugh and reminice Wait a minute hurry up and bounce baby Lets not talk about this (J.Lo)well im staying and I'm in son I cant leave you alone 'Cause im bad Holding up my spot And I'm bad Reppin the girls on the block And I'm bad I got this thing unlock! So with me you wont be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (J.Lo)The nights I've waited up for you Promises you made about coming through So much time you wasted, Thats why I had to replace you (Ll Cool J)It makes a chap nervous the thought of settling down Especially when he's creeping all over town I thought my tender touch could lock ya down I knew I had you as cocky as that sounds The way you used to giggle right before I put it down It's better when you're angry come here I'll prove it now (come here) (J.Lo)Stop playing, you gaming, I got to leave you alone 'Cause im good Holding down my spot And I'm good Reppin the girls on the block And I'm good I got this thing on lock So without me you'll be fine, right? J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (Ll Cool J)People make mistakes, to make up, to break up To wake up cold and lonely And chill baby you kno me, you love me, I'm like your homie Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony Dont bounce baby, console me, come here (J.Lo)Ain't Nothin' you can say to me that can change my mind I gotta let u go now, Nothin will ever be the same So just be on your way, go ahead and do your thing now And theres no more to explain to me ya kno I know ya game I'm not feelin' what you do(and im good) So I'm bouncing and I'm out son (im good) I gotta leave you alone yeah yeah J.Lo: My pride is all I have Ll Cool J: Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have J.Lo: You'll be needing me but too bad Ll Cool J: Be easy, dont make decisions when you're mad J.Lo: The path u chose to run along Ll Cool J: I kno your independent you can make it on ur own J.Lo: Here with me you have a home Ll Cool J: Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? (repeat) (i promise u, im sad) |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick My dingling shit flip emaculate Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less Rip a nigga from the East to the West Just a lyrical maze lyrical days God works in mysterious ways I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back Nigga L never got rip by a track I don't fuck around, always come back For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm Cool double O flow well to the LL I'm leave the world looking hard as hell I shut 'em down (Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!) To the next plateau niggas bet my flow Betta bet I role wit more control Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete Spit razors to rip the beat Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out How to find out Bump and grind out Pump the lines out I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant I put it down from the gutter to the tenement It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby Check this shit out right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I came slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin' my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name the Greatest Of All Times? Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I shine and my s combine With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch Back in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
James Todd Smith, knowhatI'msayin? Trackmasters
Fresh off the private jet from Europe - did four months out there Extra paper, scoop that up Back on the scene, crisp and clean You know how we get down baby, let me tell you a lil' story You're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the.. invisible settings on the baguettes? The Benzes, Beamers and Corvettes? Or the.. wood-grain in the convertible Lex Be ease, shoppin sprees, what designer is next? Is it the.. Diablo, parked on Rodeo? Half a mill' in the trunk and I ain't moved no llello Could it be I'm.. anti-pimp, hundred-thousand a clip Hat low, doin donuts when I pull up out the dealership Is it the.. the Fortune 500 covers? The family man that got one baby mother? The way I brainwash y'all to love one another And got the whole community bouncin in unity *(Born to love you baby) Why? (You know I love you baby) Why? (Kiss and hug you baby) Why? (I'll always love you baby) Why? Hmm.. you're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you be hawkin me Is it the.. twenty million I be grabbin a flick? Or my four-hundred million dollar FUBU clique? is it the.. "In the House" syndication chips Poppin two bottles, shorty read my lips They say Ladies, Love, Legend in Leather Simple ain't it... uh, but quite clever Is it the.. fact I melt in liquid ice? Tapped it once, you felt it twice Is it the.. multiple O's I'm known for those Temptation Island, wildin cause my neck froze Is it the.. bowlegged, hard-headed little honey in my grill with her pinkies wetted? Forget it *Repeat (X2) Mmm.. you're not a chickenhead goin "hee-shey" You're choosy in the bed like "hee-shey" I know your man's in the feds but "hee-shey" I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the.. way I caress and hold you close? The iller, villa in Barbados? Is it the.. Countache rollin up to your door? Yeah Tell your roommate you ain't dancin no more, yeah Tell 'em your new man is cooler than before, yeah Tell 'em bout them twenty-thousand on tour, yeah Is it the.. the way that I defend your honor? Backhand your ex-man, tell him kill the drama? Is it the.. way the Mazerrati hug her body make you wanna be my next hottie, uh-huh From the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top Cruuuuuuuise.. it don't stop *Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
This is for my number one
This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way Cuz lately I been busy a lot And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back in the days I was your number one pick Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix I had to dig deep inside myself Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else It's a long journey back to the place we was When I was too embarrassed to admit I was in love And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up I can't let us self-destruct *Baby smile today Cuz I been imaginin' more ways I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better When I think about the things we did And I think about you having my kids And I think about us sharing a crib Losin' all that, God forbid You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things In addition to the SL's, baguettes and rings Instead I walk around like I'm a king And having you ain't nothing but a thing I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good Too busy frontin' in the hood Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow One more chance baby and don't say no Cuz I got another side to show Some say love is painful it helps you grow Well it's time for the pain to go, ya'know *Repeat ** Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together X2 It's a brand new me, a brand new you A brand new day, sky so blue Hold my hand while I walk with you Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you No more games callin' you foul names Actin' like females is all the same I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed From this day forward I'll never be the same I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams I love you, lemme show you what I mean Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene A toast to the queen, you're back in my life But this time I'ma do it right Trust me, from the bottom of my heart Nothin's gonna tear us apart, promise * Repeat (X2) ** Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
10..
Mm, MMM, mmm, mmm *If you need me baby I'm, FOR, real The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise.. If you want it baby just, BE, real The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah We went through this before Actin like the L's can't bag 'em no more Nightgown draggin on the heated marble floor Flash Cartier when you open up the door - slide these on baby So butter, still relate to the gutter Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted Fell in love with a cat who's gifted Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it Pop a bottle, light a purple candle I got somethin that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely I'm sayin baby Touch it why don'tcha (ohh) touch it why don'tcha (ohh) Touch it why don'tcha (ayy) touch it why don'tcha (mmm) Hey girl.. aw, girl! Hey girl, I wanna rock your world *Repeat Next phase is this Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce God's my witness (uh) I paid the price for paradise, so I'm livin this I never limit myself, the L's fearless Lay back while I illuminate the darkness Like it smooth don'tcha Make it move won'tcha, think I won't? Take you to your peak I know them other cats don't And it won't stop - this is beyond paper First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya Never pimpin, raise my girls well Young thoroughbreds get schoolled by Uncle L.L. C-double, L tattooed on the bubble I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle True love is so rare But don't you worry I ain't goin nowhere *Repeat **Trust me, trust me, trust - me, baby Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'll take you to paradise, oooohh So won't you try me, try me - try, this, lady Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly At the telly on the celly - get that money Elle Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it then the man can achieve it; you gotta breathe it And I breathe deep, I'm one with the universe Minimum, ten percent go to God first Lay back baby, close your eyes Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs So much shade baby, the waterbed fries Walk around nude in the suite yellin, "Recognize!" Do your dance, baby pour me a class It feels so good to have the world in a smash Touch it why don'tcha (ohh) touch it why don'tcha (ohh) Touch it why don'tcha (ayy) touch it why don'tcha (mmm) Hey girl.. aw, girl! Hey girl, I wanna rock your world *Repeat ** Repeat Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby Sky's the limit If you can see it, you can be it Ha ha, it's on you, word up Everybody put your hands in the air It's high time baby One love, one God, recognize, uhh If you need me, just call me Said if you want me, just be for reallll And if you like me, come and talk to me And if you want me, tell me how you feeelll *Repeat |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Don't you knowwwwww, don't you knowwwww..
See this is worldwide baby "That it's wrong.." Germany, Italy.. France, Japan "To take what is given.." Many foreign lands.. Talkin bout {HA!} Queens I'm talkin bout, Brooklyn I'm talkin bout, Uptown I'm talkin bout, downtown Oh y'all with this too {HA!} Jerz! The girl like, Strong Isle (oh they wild) The girl like, Connecticut Yo they get them, they need to get more shoutouts up there, word up "To take what is given.." {HA!} [LL Cool J] Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {HA!} She was young, too wild without a curfew {HA!} Smile I hurt you, had me goin berzerk too I'm guaranteein she'll be leanin in the coupe Fiendin for your loot, little demon schemin for Tiffany hoops {HA!} Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin her hair The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped Body sick, she never played fair, yeah {HA!} Far from classy, walk real nasty Talk real sassy, why you frontin? Come smash me I can't do it baby-girl, your man might blast me for {HA!} I can't die for American Pie Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's {HA!} No surprise, your pipe will rise Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with {HA!} Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by {HA!} Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah {FA HA!} Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles I guess your motto is I'm a desperado Leave {HA!} alone, end up like Castellano Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano It's easy, child barely an Italiano But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel [Chorus] {HA!} No honey can set your body on fire like {HA!} Make you wanna get higher and higher with {HA!} Put your muder game down so you can buy it for {HA!} Street dreams, you gon' hustle and retire with {HA!} Walk in the crib, filled with desire for {HA!} SL, the rims and the tires for {HA!} Third strike, and all of your priors for {HA!} Gave up your whole empire for {FA HA!} [LL Cool J] She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, 'til it's too late You wanna time travel and re-do it, but wait You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates Damn, all because you and {HA!} had an early date Close your eyes, recognize, visualize What's the real reason you really freezin them pies, huh? {HA!} Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs Got you subconciously contemplatin suicide Shoulda learned, remember how your man died? {HA!} Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for {HA!} Multiple homicides, takin lives for {HA!} He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside {HA!} Check one-two, I select a few jewels for those of you, who are still confused She's an obstacle, hot and tropical Fatty so rockable, that anything's possible with {HA!} [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Cheese fantasies, dodgin the D's to please {HA!} Livin life on a flyin trapeze to keep {HA!} Who's the one you want? {HA!} Who you wanna flaunt? {HA!} She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want? {FA HA!} Why you sell drugs? {HA!} Why you a thug? {HA!} Why do fools always seem to fall in love with {HA!} More advances than technology Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for {HA!} But they can't so they kill for Grants Smuggle iron in the party, pop {ex} for hot sex with {HA!} Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion Instant gratifacation oozin Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress Spilt game relentless, I had to represent Miss {HA!} [Chorus] - repeat 2X (skips at start of second repeat) [LL Cool J] Yeah, oh yeah {HA!} It's my 10th album, ha ha {HA!} Heh, and you don't stop {HA!} I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah {HA!} And you won't stop, knahmean? {HA!} 10 baby {HA!} Easy "To take what is given.." We right baby, huh |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
It's for the ghetto..
For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah) It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah) It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah) It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah) Leanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block Behind the Dolce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots Frostbit and I'm turnin blue, that's why I'm so hot Put the hustle down majorly and never get knocked Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve Rent the presidential suite out, snatch ya bird My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky In the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin by Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it? Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece splitted Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted And my minks is fitted, lyrically I'm sid-dick Honey frontin when you around, I always hit it The boss is home, regulatin on chrome Tell Russell it's line one, LL's on the phone *Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha) (ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha) (ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts! Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what Y'all need to do, when I come through, give it up Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin Chains might be gold, the joints always platinum (And rims) always chrome (jeans) always pressed (Loot) always right (cut) always fresh (Gear) always dipped (honey) always bangin (You hot?) Always, my niggy nuts always hangin Hold it down, rocks by the pound The new 2002 b-boy sound Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game You shoulda never tried, to SLIDE in my lane Guaranteed-to-blow-the-block-up When-I-ease-this milky white drop up Wanna bang ya, that's all you need to know 50 deep in Summer Jam, I closed the show *Repeat Nuts, y'all, baby - stay flowin! Hit Big B, tell him bring the Mo' in (bring it in) Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (all night baby) Uncut raw, what we give 'em Hell yes - bounce to the music! (bounce) When the joint come on, everybody lose it (This year) leave the bar, hit the floor Represent, let these clowns know who you are When it's bangin like this, why stop? (Why stop?) Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?) The flow of the century Got your Belve splashin to the melody, what you tellin me? This is fresh - 'til the day I die Leavin momma with a tear in her eye You was frontin for a minute, now what? You snapped when the joint dropped *Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
C'mon, and you don't stop (here go another one)
Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one) Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one) (Feel me baby, it's on) Uhh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks My limousine roll up, the whole world shocked cause you steppin out with an entrepeneur I copped you more than what you bargained for Roll the red carpet, enjoy the profits First, let's make love in the walk-in closet Daddy just made a nine digit deposit Believe me sweetie, it's not luck it's logic I'm the captain of my destiny Used to dream of the things I was blessed to see The jewels and the papers, sports cars and such There's nothing in the world LL can't touch You stood by my side and pushed me so much That's why you got them 10 karats, you know what? *It's so amazing, amazing, amazing Life's given my baby, my baby, my baby Maybe some day you'll feel, how I feel, it's crazy To see my baby.. is so amazing Sing it baby I've got riches wall to wall Up the stairs and, down the hall of all the things that we have done You got more ideas for us to live our lives.. and explore.. There is no topping you, you're untoppable *Repeat So what you sayin? Uh-huh Hehehe, I appreciate it It's so amazing, your love, to me It's so amazing, amazing, to me It's so amazing, your love, to me It's so amazing, amazing, to me It's alright.. Sometimes you work late at night (I know baby) (I miss you too) Just as long, as you don't defy my love Then it's on (I promise you baby) (I'll always love you) Uh, uh, slide out to Venice, my game's in order Would chip in to vent, but the city's on water Searchlights and fireworks bling the sky A vowel on the end of everything we buy Yellow ice in both ears, I loosen up the tie I'm lovin this lifestyle, baby I can't lie It feels so good it make a grown man cry Cause I made it out the hood and a lot of my crew died I guess I had determination And baby girl kept me in the congregation Now it's private jets and deep conversation Hundred G's a month to show appreciation All eyes on us, the cameras flash In God We Trust, I don't love this cash But you was definitely - by my side when my world collapsed Now I'm, rich for life and I'm payin you back *Repeat This is like this for life baby This gon' always be like this God is my witness Hold you tight for the rest of my life Yknahmsayin? There's nothing I won't do for you baby I'm your man, I'm your man Our love is amazing, yeah It's so, amazing, to me |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean? Uhh, bounce, yeah Uhh.. bounce, yeah Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can't no more Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis to bag a ghetto Midas Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey The white on whites from Uptown Wifebeater underneath If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell What the hell, these clowns is pointin at? *(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's You're monopoly, and you property (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's (If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's You're monopoly, and you property (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww) Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea) Hand on your waist just in case it's on Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car Rollin up to rush into the bar It's a simple recipe, I-C-E S-H-I-N-E equals free P Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty Hot and broke, daddy have mercy She want Prada, the pearl of drawers The new Fendi mink so she can act stink The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight *Repeat It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Head-boppin, neck-jerkin Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies (Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do You know the game, you a patient killer Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out *Repeat (X2) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Uhh, yeah.. mmm, c'mon
You know how long I've been waiting for this Mmm, you know how bad I want this (mmm, mmm, mmm) *Kiss me from (uhh) head to toe (I will) Oooh baby, I love you so (c'mon) My sweet love, ain't gon' stop (uh) I'm gon' be, your lollipop (lollipop) Kiss me from, head to toe Oooh baby, I love you so (I know) My sweet love, ain't gon' stop I'm gon' be, your lollipop Lolli-lolli-pop-pop, boppin down the block-block I've been lovin you since junior high, ma you got Everything I need, everything I want You're the type of dime a real player wanna flaunt Lovin them lips and the shape of them hips When I see you in that whack brother's whip, I FLIP I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me When nights are stormy I be thinkin about your pretty smile, gritty style But duke got you locked down like Riker's Isle I wanna break your man off, I can't control it, I'm a hater Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator You're the one, the only one That I would beg, to give me some Playerism's for life, eternal flossin, proceed with caution Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in *Repeat So ballalistic, mystic, twisted In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it Red Passion, high fashion Nobody got to know I'm smashin, I'm sayin shorty Rock, Miss Thang, playin childish games Standin on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze Sweet get to it anywhere you like On the rooftop, at midnight The project stairs, I'll be there Runnin my fingers through your hair Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic Your man'll regret it, when I hit it I'm athletic Energize your thighs you'll recognize the size It's epidemic.. *Repeat When y'all alone in the Brooklyn brownstone Starin at the high ceiling, what a feeling Clothes peeling, finally you're double dealing I'm walkin, he's wheeling, it's unreal when You got the dime of your fantasies My lollipop ecstasy's on top of me Just like I thought, it's a small world after all I don't care if your neighbors hear us down the hall Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us? If you don't tell your girls baby, I won't tell the fellas If you don't plea, I orchestrated icebergisms Visions of my lollipop's thick risen, for my wisdom Plop plop fizzdom, what I give them Make - yea baby, right there - my new anthem I love you baby, take it deep deep deep Deep deep deep, now go to sleep *Repeat |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
I know a honey named Millie, raised out in Philly
Body so illy she make a grown man silly A brainiac really she pretend she dilly Like, "Why you always look at me like that, you feel me?" There's a girl named Wendy, love black Bentleys Nails in her mouth, stay tryin to tempt me She rolls with her sister and they both real friendly It wasn't like that when my pockets was empty Shorty named Suzie, not quite a floozy Let's just say she has a problem bein choosy Scarf on her doobie when she in the jacuzzi On the celly with her man, "Love you - I'm at the movies" Bird named Chyna (baby where you find her) Uptown, she wrote a map down with eyeliner Hotness, two or three girlfriends behind her (On Amsterdam, lay in the lane, dippin despite her) *So after school, I take a dip in the pool Which is really, on the wall I got a color TV, so I can see, the Knicks play basketball And we talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker, could ever spend But I couldn't give a what about them cats you with Get your friends baby, jump in the Benz I got a judge named Donna, I call her Your Honor Whylin out with the gavel and the silk pajamas (let's go) And then there's Tamika, the seargeant gets deeper She turned the bass way up and wind on the speaker Girl named Kelly, rhinestones in her belly Curly red hair, crackin jokes in the telly Game concealed, a female Machiavelli Hopin and prayin that I ain't ready for the jelly What about Asia (major flavor) Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya Once again I got 'em catchin the vapors Mr. Smith bout to get this paper Paparazzi, pleaase give me a minute You're pushin me to the limit, I know that I represent it Be easy! Tammy, down in Miami Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's *Repeat Everybody go - I wanna rock right now LL and Diddy, we came to get down Yes we're internationally known for making movies and the microphone Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor Ask Penny, I call her Good'n'Plenty (why?) Cause after the show, there's nuttin open but Denny's (oh yeah) Maybe the waffle house, down South there's many She fix me a T-bone and take it to the Bentley Little Shaniqua, from Massapequa Went and bought a beeper so I could reach her - anyway When you talk about Diddy and L You talk about careers that's hard to kill The whole entire globe recognize the grill Walkin down the red carpet we're chilly chill! *Repeat Everybody go - I wanna rock right now LL and Diddy, we came to get down Yes we're internationally known for making movies and the microphone Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor *Repeat Everybody go.. Friends to the end baby, y'knahmsayin? Got history baby Not even, no question about it We won't stop Yeah never, word up, we keepin this money 10 Oh yeah 10 Rockin with my man, rockin with that Bad Boy cat Uncle L Rock the Bells A.K.A., Black Elvis P. Diddy Diddy Hottest man in the city Y'all see it Word up, please believe it Smile at it, love it, embrace it Ahh, grin baby, grin Get used to it That gettin money smile |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Uhh, hot, fire, hot, uhh
*L!!! Who bring you the hotness? L!!! Yo, you don't wanna start with L!!! Forever keepin it locked It's now time to rock with - L!!! - throw your L's up Don't ever underestimate the Jack the Ripper Be clear, every time he reappears, it's sicker Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker I'm long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture But I'd rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha I'm willin and able, to smooth pounds out like Witch Hazel The legend is real, I'm not a fable Captivated the screen, I'm Queens' Clark Gable If it ain't a joint, bet your label, don't put it on the table I'm out for the moolah, throw better hooks than David Tua Who's the nicest? (L, YOU ARE!!) *Repeat (X2) You don't want it with L, b'ship cats'll get banged out Put your flow throw a filter boy - shake the old slang out 23's in the building, watch my tongue hang out Makin MC's scatter like multiple shots rang out Day one since I came out, they can't put the flame out My temp seizin, perfect reason to blow the game out Skatin off in the Navi, naw baby you can't have me But I know cats will pay for that 'n lace ya - yeah, gladly Warning, young rappers, you don't want a career? Y'all wanna keep goin platinum, y'all don't wanna disappear? Stop boppin backstage like you causin me fear Cause you startin to get on my nerves, and that's a problem The vet's in here *Repeat (X2) Tension on the mic, halftime highlights L Boogie bangin on 'em, jumpin through the skylight You stand corrected, I'm hot, so get it riddight I'm just spittin, when the middick is gripped, I spit it tiddight Aight? Oh, these various rappers is so hilarious Who put the mic down but y'all ain't qualified to carry this Your, tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous So, throwin your joint at my car was spontaneous Oh! I can't take it, why, must they fake it Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked Forever I will be, the one they came to see Blowin mics in half baby, who else could it be but *Repeat (X4) Uhh, I'm so hot (yeah) We so hot (yeah) Uhh, uhh, you so hot (I'm so hot) Uhh, uhh, feel it hot (yeah) Uhh, uhh, are you hot (you make me hot) Uhh, uhh, I know I'm hot (oooh) Uhh, uhh, are you hot (yes I'm hot) Uhh, uhh, I know I'm hot - feel it! (yeah) |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Uhh.. yeah
Uh-huh.. uh-huh Uhh.. yeah Uh-huh.. I'ma make you feel good (uhh) It'll be my pleasure to take you out the hood (yeah) Let you shop 'til you drop Let you pick your own rocks I'ma carry the bags Tell you little things, make you giggle and laugh In the.. strawberry bubblebath The future's bright, baby forget about the past (yeah) Get your toes done (uhh) Sacrifice our love for no one (uh-uh) French perfume Brand new mansion, let you decorate the rooms (hoo) Breakfast in the suite (yeah) Walk hand in hand in the French Riviera streets Make no mistake I'ma get you what you want, girl whatever it takes (yeah) *You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy (You should know how to treat her) You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy (That's your girl playboy) I'ma caress your face (uhh) Give you the keys to your new place Just don't touch my safe (ahaha) That's forbidden fruit, and that would be a waste Which bracelet you want? (huh?) What shoes you wanna flaunt? (huh?) You like the Gucci joints Or the Manolo Blahniks cause they ultra sheek Have you lookin like a runway model (uhh) Sippin Perrier your way out of custom bottles Aromatherapy and massages Take you to church baby, teach you who God is (amen) Tell me what you like (uhh) Where you wanna go, we goin there tonight No question I'm the real McCoy You ain't gotta be a pimp if she loves you playboy *Repeat I tease you with the tip (mmm) I'll bite your bottom lip (mmm) Make you climax real quick Over and over again, it's sick Orderin your favorite food (mmm) Incense and candles, I set the mood Tear you up on Playstation 2 You on the phone with your aunt cause I'm lacin you (uhh) Pillow fights in the waterbed, mirrors on the ceiling (yeah) Hot and sweaty, clothes start peeling Why you think the waterfall's in the shower Float with me, the world is ours You a pretty little thing, y'know? You keep me hungry, make me wanna get dough That's why I take care of you Most men can't do what I do, y'know? *Repeat (X2) Yeah, treat you right baby I'll treat you right, yeah.. |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
You can't call it a comeback
I lay back, analyse the rhymes and realise I own that crown for lyrical combat Spit more raps to count more stacks Kickin back in the coup I got loops relax, I'm hotness Monotonous fans is runnin bizzack L please don't leave the game like thizzat Never in a million years L'll never let you down baby I drop 50, I steal gravy *I look back on Venus I look (I look) back on Mars And (and) I burn with the fire Of ten (of ten) million stars (guess who's back, uh) X2 I'm more then a conqueror Double up your bets Come and rumble with the decks I know you had that clown picked Mind blowin out cos L still sound sick You dream you was me I gleam lyrically I love 'em for it it's the highest form of flattery Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin' Rippers is just learnin by stacks I been earnin' I'm the uncle, L, future of the funk Turn my joint up, find out why I'm different from all these chumps And tell your favourite rapper that I'm ready to dump For real cat, that represented rap from the jump *Repeat Six figure interest on the cheddar From music, fashion, film and televison Poppin amaretto, so what'chu got a vendetta? I never felt better Now forever competition get severed by skills you can't measure I'm a champ, you a peon Kiss the ring, begone Known and respected on any block you be on And be on, stand there, get your md on I chuckle 'cos there's nuthin' to waste energy on There you have it The uncut raw for rap addicts Waited three years to see if L still had it Ten million stars Got beef to the death End of my contract, I'm the last one left! *Repeat L worth paper Ask Def Jam who put em up in that skyscraper (Yeah, I take them seriously baby) Ask my dogs up in old five, who made a major? LL playa Now who's next to need a paper, drop a bomb on em I look back on Venus I look back on mars And I burn with the fire Of ten million stars |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Uhh
Yeah, yeah ("Oh my God") Uhh (he's back) success (he's back) (whispered: "They love success!") (Where you been?) Right here baby Look in the mirror while I tell you a tale About a mogul named Uncle L Sit on eight figures, man with a vision, move with precision (He excels, they all fail) Undisputed, the game got so polluted that he turned his +Radio+ off He +Needed a Beat+ so he could +Jingle+ them bells again Watchin the plasma TV in the loft (with somethin soft) with a leapord print outfit on Cause he known to flood any mic he spit on He's a (uhh uhh, +Phenomenon+) Ice glistenin, listenin to +Break of Dawn+ He went from.. +Hollis to Hollywood+ in fact Owned the Dow Jones and stacked the NASDAQ Conference call with his broker, 'What's the yield on that?' "Exotic Motorcars," we want a deal on that *Mirror mirror (you go baby) speak to me (you flow baby) What's this image that I see before me (you know baby) It's a winner (you go baby) please believe it (you go baby) I can see it so I can achieve it (you flow baby, you go baby) +Around the Way Girls+ be +Doin' It+ well They love the way that man look on the (XXL) On the Money magazine covers When he stop at the light, it's like his Benz hovers Smoke blowin from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche (Look at him, lickin his lips when his joint pull off) Ever since +Boomin' System+, damn she missed him She, couldn't resist him, dreamt she kissed him In a, warm jacuzzi full of +Milky Cereal+ She said (I need love from the grand imperial) I been his biggest fan since five years old And now I'm 22, I love money (oooh) +Backseat of the Jeep+, you need that (Who do you love?) Baby repeat that (Who do you love?) You need to keep back Milk and +Pink Cookies+ he known to eat that *Repeat Tryin to get as much money as possible, no negative consequences Knahmsayin baby? I'm goin long, feel me.. +Hey Lover+, I'm +Loungin'+ +Goin' Back to Cali+, cop a crib on the mountain Strobelights jumpin off, birdies is bouncin +(4)-to-the-3-2-1+, he stopped countin Eliminated competition quickly Phantom of the Opera on the low where your clique be He feel his flow deep down in your artery Peep her man's checkbook (uh) that's where his heart'll be +6 Minutes of Pleasure+ for +Jack the Ripper+ Young players fall quicker from chicks and hard liquor (ahahah) But uhh, he's +Bad+, he got +The Power of God+ In the Four Seasons, laughin at the L'urmitage(?) He been there, mini-bars, R&B stars Young groupies in the lobby on the search for (Bobby) Young tycoon in the Steve Wynn suite Readin e-mails with ten on repeat, I seen it *Repeat Yeah, 10, faith, power of God Yeah, c'mon, work it with me baby Work with me ma, uhh, it's been too long, 10 |
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from LL Cool J - 10 (2002)
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother, and your grandmother
It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up Big Mama, my grandmother, my main girl I love you much more than the scandalous world As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life Cursed me out, to keep me out the streets at night Cause my momma had me when she was young So you took on the responsbility to raise your grandson You taught me if a task is once begun, Todd Never leave it 'til it's done, Todd Be thy labor great or small Todd Do it well or not at all, God Big Mama, my blood is your blood When the whole world's against me, I know I got your love If I was in a cell for the rest of my life I know I'd hear your prayers in the middle of the night Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother wit Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits I love you baby, you the one and only, that's a fact 'Til death do us part, I'ma always have your back You beefed cause you heard that I was cursin in my raps Eighty-six, still you wanna run and get the straps I love you, I promise you I care for you deep Cause when I had bronchitis you would rock me to sleep Rub me down with green alcohol Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama Early one Sunday morning Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love) There was no time to eat, she said to me Boy hurry to Sunday school (you gave me unconditional love) I remember when you told me certain friends wasn't real I didn't wanna listen, I swore I knew the deal Come to find out, everything you said was true Who I end up goin to for advice? You I love you, that's why you got nurses and maids Ever since I got paid, you ain't never been afraid That's granddaddy wife, she taught me how to think How to navigate through life, you made the sacrifice You kept on livin, cause when my granddaddy died It took all your might, but you ain't quit on life We took trips down South, biscuits and chicken Me you granddad and Alison, trippin Remember, you used to pick me up from junior high And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by Remember, I pulled my privates out in class And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!!) The best cookin a man could ever taste It's written in my heart, it can never be erased Thank you so much, you taught me well How to not get souped up, because I'm LL How to walk the street, and hold my head real high How to live with Christ and not be afraid to die We sipped daquiris, but you never told moms We even shared beers, Big Mama my dear A toast to a woman that raised a man In popular demand all across the land You're my lawyer, my teacher, my doctor, my friend My mother, my father, you with me 'til the end I love you, I mean that from the bottom of my heart That's the reason why my record's #1 on the charts I'ma tell it like it is, I love you forever Dead or alive, we'll always be together Big Mama I love you I dedicate this to the Big Mama's everywhere The ones who raised us - when nobody else was there The ones who held us and told us it'll be alright When gunshots was goin off every night Taught us how to lock the door and check the peephole And how to swallow Vicks when we had a chest cold How to stay proud, and represent hard Eat plenty baby, but first say grace for God Big Mama, I'ma miss you When one of us leave this earth But baby for what it's worth, I love you since the date of my birth And if it wasn't for my children, I would wanna go first You're the reason I'm the man I am today The inspiration, for me to be LL Cool J When you told me "Knock 'Em Out," I brought you home a Grammy I learned to be tough from Big Mama and Aunt Cammy A black man that was raised by black women On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt The concert was hot, thanks to your support Girl - you're the one I love Whether right here with me or smilin from up above Trouble or no trouble, you always had my back So I had to let you know your son appreciates that, Big Mama |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Control Myself [single] (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
They call me Big L'y
Big Silly Big Money Big Billy When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me Let me grip it up for cuz in the back Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack Timbaland Ladies Love on the track Lovely get the ice pop champagne Don't forget I used to ride on the train When I bump it right call my name Go crazy in the mall wit James Dump that not ill like me Bring the women in to chill for free Let me tell ya girl don't try me You better have I D Chorus When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Lord have mercy If the broad is thirsty I'll have man reimburse me The part that hurts me is when they try to work me But I could never let ya jerk me Steady sticking to the wall give it up Sneaking through the back door live it up Got the champagne pour me a cup Got the girls looking raw in the front Got a call your man's in town Tell the bar a nother round Got all my mans holding me down Kinda thick ma let's get down so get wit it I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it Got playas on the grind wanna skip wit it Backstage you mine I'm a spit wit it hey When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Hey ladies Yeah no need to get your hair done I said yo ladies Yeah no need to get your hair done I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I said yo fellas Yo no need to throw them ones I said yo fellas Yo no need to throw them ones I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung I'm a get your head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung When we be up in the club We be posting the back When we be in the club Girl always come to the back And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung And we bout to get our head sprung Yeah Keep chillin wit em Yeah Keep chillin wit em |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Sippin somethin on the rocks I got a shorty that makes the bed hop I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop I'ma drop that phantom on you baby watch Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot? Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox I keep it flowin see we goin to the top I'ma get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me stop You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize .. I know you want it sucka free Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me .. Take it easy player Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player Uhh .. you put it down tight Yeah you not havin what you want don't even sound right [Chorus - Timbaland] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! [LL Cool J] Lay down for a while pretty, relax a minute .. I caught a feelin when you represented Gave you that Mercedes, you better get up in it .. Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage You never seen a player flip your whole life Dip the Caddy on the freeway, hittin the strobe light .. You got a mean walk at times right? I'm here to shine like, I get your mind right Uhh, Charles Jordan girl if you wanna take a hit Gotta ? between the lippers this is it .. Lazy, lay back and count the chips Some call it trickin or ballin, depends on who you wit Him or L baby, so who you gonna pick Mack motor, I told ya, I want ya livin rich You don't know about a brother Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother [Chorus] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! [LL Cool J] Don't trip I know you like the rocks Wanna dip 'round the corner in the drop Music bumpin you frontin although you say you're not .. You got your eyes on the watch You love the Pasha, the ?, the Cartier is hot .. Baby you need somethin, shop You got me trippin and goin bananas, baby stop I caught a mean one, you never seen one She like cream, how brothers gonna front on me? Spoilin somethin the average homey never see I mean it's only some money, nuttin to me .. But yet and still you question me I got it that's if you want it or I'ma set you free .. Got 'em in line they beggin me Baby regardless your body is killin me Girl I'm lovin your anatomy Your personality, so whatcha want from me? [Chorus] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh) Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya) You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby We had em starvin' Hey yo E, the big homie Star studded, my ear lobes is flooded DJ's want to rub it, bootleggers want to dub it Easy does it Ladies love it, cats with big budgets We be gel two jets and Tar Smith luggage Clowns talkin' rubish and pretendin' they thuggish But I'm a young livin' legend like Pee Wee at the Rucker's (uh huh) I was raised outta Queens But rap kept me off of the cover of Fed's magazine Put me in a Gulf Stream Your man done it, push the EX 100 And you don't want it, I got the whole rap game cornered Watch me flaunt it, damn right I'm iconic Soon as Nix find an icy track I slide on it [Chorus] I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake The safe in the floor with a life time of cake Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate Cats can't believe I'm still hot, I got em irate The hip hop boss of the Empire State Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight he's the best that ever did it, they call me Cool J They platinum selling or, my skins turning gray Okay They don't know how to act And my B-D-S was miles ago to Cali and back Minimum Private jets in the millennium Plenty of Benjamin's, hot ladies and gentleman (but I said) and I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her I know that it's ridiculous for why'all to picture this The way I keep reein' up, servin' and flippin' this Dot the I's cross the T's meticulous The coldest winter ever and I'm so icicle-ish The movement is flavorful, bags of licorice The drop, the rock, the watch, the necklace there's no forgettin' this, the way that I'm reppin' this My bodyguard's big but do that make me rebelish I'm in the Hamptons, game stronger than Sampson that's why I'm still a teen pop idol like Hanson Young black and handsome, movin' with the cheddar Bring honey to the V.I.P., I'm about to get her Let's go I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her Uh, put your hands in the air Yeah Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her Uh The definition Yeah Change Change Plenty Uh Cash it in baby From pennies to ten-thousand dollar bills I prefer wires though Yeah Bee Daughtry, E Nix, the definition Tar Smith clothing line baby Uh Yeah |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
L L
N O Joe hit me baby Push it out girl arch your back Them 17's is fittin like bubblewrap plus they low on your hips You there let me grab That thing you do keep me brick 50 told you bout the 'Magic Stick' C'mon lean on me I'm in love with this scenery Poke it out 'Pon de river pon de bank baby stroke it out Sweat for your man Both hands on your hips for your man Me and the boys is your biggest fans Every time we see you we be like DANM Work it girl Move somethin hurt me girl oh C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin Such a pimply aura Way way hotter than I was before a She wanna sit courtside next to a baller Where the paper's longer and cats are taller Woo I'm off on my own Do the math mami L's on the throne Now take it to the floor Do a split if you really hardcore Man listen here I'm hot today ain't concerned with last year I see your lil' shorty ride shotgun But I done left stop lights with a hot one Made her hop out and move somethin Jump in my joint and prove somethin I laugh at y'all Don't worry about the check already cashed it y'all C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin pull it to the side Shake it for daddy it's time to ride Make it sweat 'til it slide Do your thing like it's justified Tease me a little It's my turn to take it to the middle Let me palm that thing You got the bomb I disarm that thing Turn it around girl I want that thing You had to know the way you flaunt that thing Your body's jumpin Ain't no frontin when you provin somethin Made eye contact with me Now bring that thing back to me You do your thing so naturally I think I'm in love actually C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin L L N O Joe hit me baby Hot one boy efinition |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go [beat starts up] [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 1 - LL Cool J] You feel so good Rest of my life I wish I could Hold you tight and take a flight out the hood Was I foul or just misunderstood? Mind-mannered or up to no-good It really doesnt matter, either way I should Maximize the moment and hold ya close Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast Who loved you the most? I was never ghost When lives was on the line Confusion in ya mind Runnin outta time Drama of all kind But theres faith in our mind We spiritually inclined Sometimes I flip Sometimes you flip Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics We movin too fast, the whole world's in a rush Everybody just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 2 - LL Cool J] Its all a test; the pain, the drama The villa in the bahamas The highs, the lows The hoop-t, the Rolls The money flowin Certain doors that we go in The people we meet, the hands that we shake Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak But everything will be okay [w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way Cuz I believe in romance Kissin while ya slow dance Me bouncin baby? no chance No matter the circumstance Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France Cuz ya beauty's unmatched Such a great catch Unconditional love, forever we are attatched Deal with the drama, we can find our way back With or without the Maybach .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 3 - LL Cool J] I can feel ya pain Like we simese twins connected by our brains Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain Want you in my life and nothins gonna change God willin, we still be doin our thang When my six-pack's faded Raps outdated But thats many years from now so dont rush Little mama just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [7 Aurelius] Hush baby Hush hush darling Hush baby hush hush Dont talk so much Wanna feel ya touch [LL Cool J] Hush baby hush Hush baby hush [7 Aurelius] Hush baby wanna let ya know ... [echoes] |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
(Sip somethin) Uhh, sip somethin (Sip somethin) I wouldn't drink that, if I was you [Chorus] + (LL Cool J) With every sip of my drink (uhh) I get a little bit closer (uh-huh) And when I'm tryin to re-think (yeah) I can't really get focused (uh, uh) I wasn't tryin to be mean I can see that it's hopeless (uhh) Cause your persistance overpowers me I know you rollin out with me [Verse 1] I was stayin at the Shore Club, leanin in the red room Seen this tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes Big bottles and models and poom-pooms Surroundin my table, watchin me like cable My Dolce hat was low, Versace shades Had the Prada shoes on cause the world is a stage Lah-lah in the air, it's a sky bar affair The glamorous life, I had my glass in the air When my eyes connected with somethin real real nice Like she finished her drink and started chewin on my ice Her smile was bananas, teeth was pearly white That's when I realized it'll be a long night The vibe was right, she was laced in all white Her French manicure traced the crown on my mic You ever try to focus, resist with all your might But every sip you take pulls you deeper in the hype [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [Verse 2] I'm talkin tan lines, belly rings and things DJ rubbin my thing, makin my head swing All the honies was schemin .. Cause the rocks in my ears was gleamin, oh God I must be dreamin My vision was blurry, the party was rockin The tools was knockin, honey wanna get it poppin Try my best to chill, she was fresh out of Brazil People was walkin by makin our drinks filled What would you do, if you was a Don in a position to wild out with a Brazilian blonde? Or maybe you a honey and it's hard to keep calm Cause you sippin on somethin and homeboy's the bomb You dancin in your seat, and singin along And every sip makes you feel like you need to perform The party is packed, it's just a little too warm But you take another sip to prove that you strong [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [LL] Take it to the bridge [Interlude] + (LL Cool J) I can't call it, I can't tell Honestly, I'm drunk as hell (uh-huh) And me, I can not believeeeee (lay back baby) This night out is windin down (uhh) You keep buyin all these rounds for meeeeee (aww man) I know what you want from me (yeah) I know what you want [Chorus] - repeat 2X (w/ different ad libs) [Outro] + (LL Cool J) Rollin out with me (roll out) Rollin out with me (uhh, roll out) Roll out (roll out) Yeahhh (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out, yeah) (Yo Timbo! Bar's on you baby, hahahaha) (YEAH!) |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin? Three quarter black mink; shades, canaries in both ears Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple black, with the oak wood Gucci shoes, that's how I play [Verse 1] Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps I was taught early on don't jeapordize the stacks Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks I'm affiliated with too many hot cats to end up, crawlin out of a hole in Iraq Try to topple my regime You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen Is there a medic on the scene? Easy children, Queens is in the buildin That blank look on your grill'll get filled in Slow down baby, you actin like a clown homes You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock Bars is hot, beats is pumpin like a {*edit*} box [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [Verse 2] They pay me so much it's hard for them to swallow When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin hollows I can't see it player that's beneath my vision I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision It seems like greed's the world religion But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons Black man, get the flies outcha eyes You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die Until that day, health and welfare, cheers And after my wake, the hood'll talk, man listen here He kept a mink and canaries in his ears Like the Enterprise rollin over stars for years Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh! [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [Verse 3] To be or not to be the man, that's the question Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined To lean up in the backseat, givin directions Sweep the block clean as November elections On the Blackberry readin cash flow quadrant Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded CLS Vision, four Hummers behind it You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' learn If you play with fire you get poured in a urn You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed I'm more than a symbol of sex, I get respect For livin in the hills but still keepin it mad real Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles You burnin me, two words: im-possible [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [LL Cool J] Like I said Yellow canary tennis on the neck Three quarter black mink Gucci hat to the side, shades Gucci shoes, baggy jeans Black Phantom, oak wood That's how I play Yeah (Shake it baby shake it) You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh, I can't explain it ... You know it's that moment It's just that moment Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it [Chorus - singers] w/ ad libs Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 1] I understand you want canaries on your hand Masterpiece Roley, gold tri-color band Cute wedding pictures sittin on the nightstand You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man I know you won't touch me unless you trust me You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me I'm kissin on your neck real tender Gentle as can be, but you still won't surrender Let me kiss your eyes Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe I pull back to stare at your eyes Sittin there quiet like I'm hypnotized We kiss a little more, laugh and smile Might even share a lollipop, you know my style Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while Let's pretend that we're walkin down the aisle I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 2] Straight up, you beautiful B I don't think you understand what you doin to me On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin TV Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin me Uhh .. then we kiss for real I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel You go to the bathroom for a second I understand baby, I know what you checkin (a-heh-heh) That's when you come back and walk to me slow That's when you change up and let it all flow I'm kissin on your belly ring nice and slow I love to take my time, love to give you a show Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below Use my ears like handlebars, take control Ain't no sense in stayin calm and playin the role Baby relax, let me touch your soul I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 3] My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks with sound effects and whatnot (mmm) A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean Add 'em up and they equal fifteen You the 6 ... I needed you like a fix I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click I pick up the pace You feel the stubble from my beard on your face I look at your lips and take a taste Switch it up I got my hands on your waist We whylin out, we all over the place I'm holdin on with a strong embrace You holdin on and tryin to keep the faith Together we blast to outer space, I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
Uh yes yes why'all feel the beat why'all
Freak freak why'all You don't stop Uh yes yes why'all feel the beat why'all Freak freak why'all You don't stop [VERSE 1] When Def Jam signed me They hit the lottery It wasn't free but don't call it a robbery They underestimated me quite possibly It's like that when you a godfather be |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
Uhh .. uhh .. uhh .. uh-huh Uhh .. uhh .. that joint is hot baby! [Verse 1] Lights, camera, action - hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up Shake that cookie like what like what Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck Look at that apple cobbler butt Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut NBA Live in my truck Parkin lot like all jammed up If there's beef it's best you duck I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up [Chorus - Timbaland] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? [Verse 2] So much sugar it's makin my head rush Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff Break me off a piece of crust I'm so full I'm bout to bust Just one slice is not enough Dang that thang tight like handcuffs What I gotta say to you for you to give it up? What if I was payin you so you could live it up? Hoochie seats inside yo' truck Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts You be Starsky, I be Hutch Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts Take my 2-way, stay in touch I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up Take you, bake you, eat you up [Chorus] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? [Verse 3] Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips Love when your hair get stuck to your lips Apple cobbler sweet and thick I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick Yo' dessert is worth a grip I admit you make me trip Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit Trippin, switchin past my clique Lick that juicy, ask my clique Stretch them jeans girl make them fit Make me go outside and pit You know me, my cake is sick Me and Timbo makin hits Apple cobbler, thick and rich Just how hot can one girl get? [Chorus] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? |
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from LL Cool J - The Definition (2004)
[LL Cool J]
It's one in the mornin - you know what time it is! It's one in the mornin It's one in the mornin - you gonna have come out your clothes on this one It's one in the mornin Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra padded You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge It's really a tad tragic how they runnin through they cabbage You know my track record, L battle like a savage I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage Uncle LL, I got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community gotta get this money while y'all march for unity So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on Then get my dogs a platform to bark on The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others' Children shiverin under the covers The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat I'm bringin it raw, you never want your money back I'm focused baby, livin like a quarterback Playin in the wishbone, L keep options black Systematically, burn you like calories Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me [Chorus] It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] That's right Sleeping Beauty, wake up see the light That Tylenol PM got you caught for your BM Everybody can see I'm the king of rippin coliseums C'mon, youse a male groupie beggin for per diem A fruitcake laid out in the masoleum I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him Money's my slave, it do what I say It cry for me, like Denzel in "Glory" But I broke the cycle, no more poverty I wonder if you hatin on the low - probably! But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels Damn! Look at my body, coulda been a Navy Seal But you lack the discipline to do what I do Reinvention, I'm in the 11th dimension I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Aiyyo E it's one o'clock Time to get one and bounce baby It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is Your honor, last week he punched me in my face I want twenty million, you know he liftin weights Last week, me and the President was takin flicks Last week, my video dropped and you was sick Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks That cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted My American Express is Black, I'm at the Summit The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know My po'tfolio was sicker than polio For real God is good, he took me out the hood Got me livin in a mansion like a big boy should And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes knowin how I live, bed extra big You sit around, run your mouth, POTbelly on the couch Claimin you hot but honey what you wove out When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce You on the corner riskin your life to sell a ounce Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago But no, in real life cats catch it It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh? [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Yeah yeah It's the definition Definition Definition potna, eleven in a row! |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
(feat. Juelz Santana)
[LL Cool J] My 12th album launched Now everything is carte blanche There's only one God Victory is all I want, let's go [Chorus: LL Cool J] + (Juelz) Ah one-two and uh, ah one-two and uh Juelz, it's LL and (Santana) Ah one-two and uh, ah one-two and uh Juelz, it's LL and (Santana) You witnessin history! (To my homies who get it and get it the fast way) (To my ladies who get it and get it so nasty) To my baby mommas that like it real flashy Can't wait to smash me (all they do is harass me) [Juelz Santana] Check it, I stay in smoke filled Benzes Don't see nothin, you know the whole world's tinted OZM so po'-po' don't sing sing My license and registration is good, go check it It cost to be the boss, it cost for me to floss Of course you see the frost - got diamonds on my neck I'm the, big skipper, big dipper, big pot Big whipper, just watch, big rocks, big flipper - ya dig? Big money, big spender, big getter Big hustler, big grinder, do you get the big picture - ya dig? Dis is a, club banger, trunk hopper Block rocker, rude bwoy, top shotter Ay! This is for my down South trappers My midwest slabbers - ya dig? Ay! Yup yup, this is for my East coast slangers My West coast bangers - ya dig? [Chorus] [LL Cool J] VV9 Vanquishes Never lunchin, I hit your honey with these languages (I'm about that) Warto, Bertaliano, Cancerilli{?} Neck shinin, my diamonds purple as grape jelly (I'm about that) Thorough get yo' bread perspective Don't forget to set your Tivo, my my game's perfected (I'm about that) Rainbow ice, you confidant talk politely Leave the party with your wifey, so don't invite me Bang one of them joints from New Orleans Juvey hustle harder, Birdman you still boring Northside {*Ch-ch-ch-choppin the ? of my gold rims*} Southside {*Ch-ch-ch-choppin the ? of my gold rims*} - you about that? How I'm beamin in the Beemer Bounce wit'cha honey have you singin "Have you seen her?" Uhh, have you seen her L put in work, gospel - church! [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
No me puedo controlar
Aqui con el Senor LL Cool J Y aqui estoy ya tu sabes Uno dos tres muevete The club was far from empty It was crowded at the entry I slide right through like how I do This girl began to tempt me She said her name Shayeeda I could tell her mama feed her When they tight and thick them jeans don't fit I'm L nice to meet ya I could feel my body yearning The room just started turning Didn't want to go out on the floor but this girl was so determined My brain began to sizzle I'm sweatin' just a little On the dance floor in the middle She turned around and giggle She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna Temptation is a mother How we lust for one another We barely know each other Yet we're waddling like we're lovers The air is full of passion The strobe lights are flashin' The hustlers throw cashin' The bartender keeps splashin' Her moves were so erotic Her gaze was so hypnotic I begged this girl to stop it But she continued to pop it You know I know you like it Let me hit you on your Sidekick Because the afterparty is at my body Meet me you're invited She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna She licked off her lip gloss Her hips tossed back and forth Side to side and up and down She touched the ground it turned me out I'm battling desire Lord help me douse this fire This internal inferno Hotter than a shot of Cuervo Her top was short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it don't make me hurt you She said You got you got you got what it takes to make me leave my man It's hard to control myself It's hard to control myself You got you got you got What it takes to make this boy be bad It's hard to control myself control myself and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya like I wanna like I wanna wanna I need everybody to report to the dance floor Right now |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[LL Cool J] Uh-huh, eh-heh Lay back on this one (yeah, you know how I do baby) You only a customer When you walkin in the presence of hust-lers Uhh, I'm laid back in the cinnamon Range Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls You can taste it, my instict's basic Lord have mercy, sweet like Hershey Kisses, diamonds for the misses, ices on the wrist-es All different colors of the spectrum The smallest flaw and I reject 'em Believe me I'm a conniseur when I inspect 'em I baguettes them, invisibly sets them They call me big L-ly Wonka from Compton to Yonkers Them Chi-Town steppers and them A-Town stompers These young rookies, fail to understand Every summer I return like the ice cream man Drop what you doin, get-it get-it while you can By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's You know what I do, drive your tastebuds crazy [Chorus: Mary J. Blige + (LL)] Like lemondrops with chocolate kisses Every bite is more delicious My favorite flavor (Mix me and you and we can't go wrong) Like caramel on vanilla sundae Have a scoop you'll want some day Cause you're my favorite flavor (C'mon, baby baby c'mon) c'mon [LL Cool J] My flavor's unreal Smooth but hard like woodgrain on the wheel Recline your seat baby, enjoy how it feel Why you crossin your legs, them high heels of eel? Kick off your shoes, run your toes on the dash Now peel off your stockings, c'mon let's get it poppin I'm in the mood for cotton, candy and I'm plottin to see you in somethin silky and see-through Me too! Man you know how we do Camcorder main feature, damn a preview I love how the bottom on your body's EQ Low but thick though like the base in a six-fo' So here we go (here we go) we bunny hoppin I hit the switches baby, you keep it droppin It feels marvelous, you in charge of this I hope you ain't heartless but my guard's now regardless [Chorus] [Mary J. Blige + (LL)] (Uhh) All I wanna do Is eat you up cause you look so good (Think I look alright huh?) (I look better on you, what'chu really wanna do?) All I wanna do Is show you boy that I taste good too (I know you taste good ma) (What'chu sayin, want a sprinkle of the hood ha? Ha?) [LL Cool J] We had it out Now tell your girls the truth when they ask what I'm about The cookies and the cream and the peaches 'n praline Butter pecan themes in your daydreams All real sugar, no sacca-rhine Low calorie leave no cavities Guaranteed no place you'd rather be Than here with me, mix chocolate in the factory [Chorus] [Mary] Ba-bee |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
I know I said I would roll with you,
Put my lifestyle on hold for you, All them sweet things that I told you... This conversation is overdue... FREEZE! Getting too wild to respect the vow, I just ain't ready to settle down, My name too big in the ghetto now... FREEZE! Feels like i'm ready when i'm holding you, But it's so many honey's what i'm sposed to do? Keep sending them apology notes to you? FREEZE! All I need is for you to freeze, This is hard on me, I don't wanna leave, But in the mean time take back the keys and... FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! I know girl it's alot to ask! Tell me what other choice I have, When you love someone reach back... Just FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! Girl I hope you understand, Promise I'll be back for you, When I become a better man... Why I gotta do this? I ain't sure... Why I gotta wild out? Iono... I kno how it feels, I been hurt before... I kno you disappointed you expected more... FREEZE! I'm loosing a good one and that's fo'sho, I be tryina fight but it calls me yo... Please don't change the locks on tha door... FREEZE! Quit cryin cause it ain't yo fault, Blame it on the streets of New York... Young L gotta walk this walk girl... FREEZE! I kno it's rough but I need your support, You said it all last time that we faught, So don't talk baby hold that thought and... FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! I know girl it's alot to ask! Tell me what other choice I have, When you love someone reach back... Just FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! Girl I hope you understand, Promise I'll be back for you, When I become a better man... What would you think if I told you that I... Knew that I was breaking your heart, Want to explain but where should I start? What would you think if I told you that I... Wake up every morning with a different girl, Cause I don't wanna settle down before I see the world! What would you think if I told you that I... Know exactly what you need indeed, Hate to follow but i'm scared to lead... Too scared love will get the best of me... I know deep down by the zest of me... Hopefully some day I can give you that ring... But until then just do this one thing... FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! I know girl it's alot to ask! Tell me what other choice I have, When you love someone reach back... Just FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! Girl I hope you understand, Promise I'll be back for you, When I become a better man... FREEZE! I mean listen, I like you... It's not like I forgot about you... Know what i'm sayin... I just gotta get this out of my system... Knowhadimean? If I could just freeze you... Iono if i'm ready for a relationship, you know what i'm sayin... I mean, I know we gonna be together one day... Matter of fact I promise you... But for right now I just need you to... FREEZE! |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
Hey Hey Hey Hey
We gon' get it poppin' now, girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin', girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now, girl Get your best dress on tonight 54-11's poppin' wheelies front of Willyburgers Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then Right after the Rooftop, years before the Hamptons You was a ghetto queen and a diamond in the rough You was so beautiful and the world was so rough Your man was locked up cause the cops popped up You dropped out of school on top of that you knocked up He was yo' crush, you was his crutch He'll be gone a dime and it's hard to stay in touch Your moms say you stupid but you love him so much Now it's broken dreams and broken Beemers in the dust Standin' up on a crowded bus, for college courses Stay on course when it gets rough, you never lost it Stay strong baby trust, you'll be back flossin' Diamond studs and linen crush keep your head up We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Her boyfriend's comin' through with them hickeys on his neck He claims he's lovin' her but never shows her no respect All she knows is neglect, a lifetime of stress Big momma, huh momma, now lil' momma is next You can see the effects of gettin' treated incorrect Cause she let the cycle continue, make excuses for his steps Her girlfriends tried to warn her, all he wanted was the sex Once he get it, then he gone, then it's on to somethin' fresh Somethin' new, nuttin' borrowed, nuttin' blue, no weddin' dress But that's a'ight, you still young, you got your lifetime left You gotta leave all that alone, find yourself There's no love until you love you remind yourself We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight To all my ghetto girls all around the world You know the ones with the weaves and the Shirley Temple curls Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin' To all my ghetto queens survivin' by all means There's a rock and a hard place you somewhere in between Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin', yeah To all my single mommas you been strugglin' with drama Doin what'chu gotta but still keepin' your honor Keep fightin', uhh Baby girl keep fightin', yeah yeah, sing it We gon' get it poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl Get your best dress on tonight This is for the girls With all those ghetto curves But we gon' get to poppin' now girl Get your best dress on tonight Get your best dress on tonight. Get your best dress on tonight. Get your best dress on tonight. |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
L L
Teairra Mari You seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down baby I'm waitin more than a fling And I'm up on the game That you own G screen Damn it's like that Cryin logical attacks Your talkin really breezy Easy that's crap You need to fall back What you sayin I'm a wreck Teairra ain't a trick I ain't with all that Now see you talkin real ball Your vibes is real cold You better smarten up Slide in the rolls I'm not the next chick You can hit the exit Everything you sayin It's just what I expected Parts are projected Many more are you collected Life is a movie I'm just tryna direct You know like I know You do wanna stay connected Hit you to the rules of the game Shorty check it Chain on my neck Preserve the sexy The 0's in the check Preserve the sexy Crib and the whips Preserve the sexy Cash the chips Preserve the sexy The honey on my arm Preserve the sexy The ice and the charm Preserve the sexy Teairra Mari Preserve the sexy She man L on this beat Preserve the sexy You really should let me Keep you in this epy Straight E bees H bendels ChanelI This is L You doin a lot of frontin But that ain't hard to tell You tryna flip me Naw B That's T Aha we'll see Spend a little time with me By the time I make a move You'll be sayin finally Ain't no moves to be made Too many games get played Too many chickens get layed And watch their record say she's tained Where you from Detroit What that mean I'm ma point Relax we talkin Don't get your draws out of joint I wanna see you smile Elevate your life style Cop a yacht Hit the south the French Not a chance Keep your little advance This one's on me In the chef's a boar You can eat for free Slow down sweetie My waist is 24 I'm far from greedy You gonna love it believe me Chain on my neck Preserve the sexy The 0's in the check Preserve the sexy Crib and the whips Preserve the sexy Cash the chips Preserve the sexy The honey on my arm Preserve the sexy The ice and the charm Preserve the sexy Teairra Mari Preserve the sexy She man L on this beat Preserve the sexy Back sippin Venome S Spillin it all my leanin My baby's smooth leather It' softer than most women Everything is crist From my cuff to the trimmin Words can't describe All the gummers that I've been in I've been half caught in yes Which whips every day My lil jack Russell Knows how to hustle I stay with canary's on Platinum on every song Hate it or love it Them respect how I does it Well I'm not them That's how I got gems Cost a quarter million Dollars For Donrims Understand me Slim That's how the game begin If he was me then he do the same to him But L's the real deal So tell me how you feel Tell me one of your secrets I keep my lips sealed That's for me to know And you to find out Long as we both now What we talkin bout Chain on my neck Preserve the sexy The 0's in the check Preserve the sexy Crib and the whips Preserve the sexy Cash the chips Preserve the sexy The honey on my arm Preserve the sexy The ice and the charm Preserve the sexy Teairra Mari Preserve the sexy She man L on this beat Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy What you wanna do Preserve the sexy |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
(feat. Ryan Toby)
[LL Cool J] Just starin at these four walls closin In on me, feelin like time's frozen Fadin in and out, noddin and dozin Guilt tearin up my brain like erosion What I did to you was wrong I admit it I regret that I did it like a junkie when he's jonzin All alone in what used to be a home But you packed up our joy in that bag you put your clothes in The voicemail that you left me was scoldin Hot enough to burn a hole in a cauldron Cause it was all true, that's why we all through Now your girl's pickin up the cell when I call you Talkin slick like she ain't here She don't want you no more, punk disappear - click I need to hit her with a brick But that'll only lead me to a worse predicament I hope your girlfriend ain't got you on a liquor binge With her bitter attitude just cause she's sick of men But I'ma keep on callin, fightin 'til the end On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again [Chorus: Ryan Toby] I sit in front of yo' crib in the pourin rain Whylin out screamin yo' name And keepin ringin yo' bell 'til you mad as hell And call the po'-po', I ain't afraid (yeah, yeah) You can get yo' folks and yo' cousins and them And try to run me off yo' blocka (uh-huh) But I ain't scared, I ain't goin nowhere And I ain't stoppin 'til I gotcha To show you I changed shawty [LL Cool J] I seen you at the movies with some tall cat So I bust his headlights with a ball bat When I was with you he would give me dap and all that Now you in his arms in the mall, what you call that? That's what I get for creepin and crawlin Every other weekend gone until the mornin Sneakin out to my dirt, dead wrong Comin back past dawn with the guilty mask on And I never counted the cost, took heed to warnings Try to hurt a rose you get pricked by a thorn And it don't feel nice, when you wake up nights Shakin in cold sweats and your whole life's a wreck That was the old me, the one I still regret The one you couldn't respect, the one you should forget But I'ma keep on callin, fightin 'til the end On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again [Chorus] [Ryan Toby + (LL)] To show you I changed shawty I really did change shawty (I'M TELLIN YOU I'VE CHANGED) I wanna show you I changed shawty (I STILL LOVE YOU!) [cars peel] [LL Cool J] I don't care if the cops got me surrounded SWAT teams whatever, tell 'em to send the hounds in My mind's in an altered state Like I'm headed for a wall, top speed, foot off the brake I make a fool of myself, girl whatever it takes I already played the fool when I let you escape You're as, good as it gets, your friendship your sex Everything about you and yours connects From your, beautiful smile to the scent of your skin The sheets smell different, this is not livin It feels like dyin, God knows I'm tryin Ain't no sight sadder than a grown man cryin Please find it in your heart to forgive me Realize only God can convict me We all make mistakes, so have you If God show mercy on me, then you should too [Chorus] [Ryan Toby + (LL)] To show you I changed shawty I really did change shawty (I'M TELLIN YOU I'VE CHANGED) I wanna show you I changed shawty (I STILL LOVE YOU!) OWW! (I'M TELLIN YOU I'VE CHANGED) |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
If I'm hot for you and you're hot for me
What you got for me is no shock to me Can't believe that you're my property ..... The feeling of hitting the lottery ...... monopoly But they don't compare to what you got for me The taste of the puddin' is so chocolaty I'm so conceited so obscene and still got my sneakers and my chain all leanin' And when I hit it right it start gleamin' mean faces for what was the reason ....chop it a little bit its hard to read you like I'm illiterate but im ready for the graduation yeah go ahead and repeat that rotation Give me all you got baby tonight Now's the perfect time Come blow my mind It's cold out here please let me come inside Oooh so warm at night You blow my mind, heeeyyy... You can go ahead and talk greasy Tell me that you never had it this deeply I'ma whisper slick you respond sweetly Extra freaky, I trick and you treat me I'll give you take but don't hesitate When you feel it go and throw it right back Just let me hold ya by ya shoulders then you can take it like that I knew you was a champ girl got your leg on the dresser kickin' the lamp girl Run the shower, let's go in the bathroom girl 'Cause the temperature is hotter than high noon girl Crack that door let the steam flow Ain't nobody here but me and you let it go You never it this good you already know Give me all you got girl really though Give me all you got baby tonight Now's the perfect time Come blow my mind It's cold out here please let me come inside Oooh so warm at night You blow my mind, heeeyyy... You're the sexiest woman I've ever known My mind is blown You're simple beautiful how you do it to me You're showin' me things I'd never do Whole 'nother side of you Just keep what you do it feels like You can go ahead and hit a wild climax Ain't no way I'm 'bout to let you relax Let me see if you can hold me on ya back Let me see ya body wine to the track ....chop it a little bit It's hard to read you It feels like I'm illiterate But I'm ready for the graduation yeah go ahead and repeat that rotation Give me all you got baby tonight Now's the perfect time Come blow my mind It's cold out here please let me come inside Oooh so warm at night You blow my mind, heeeyyy... Give me all you got got Give me Give me. Give me Give me. Give me Give me. |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
[LL Cool J]
Uhh, yeah (si papi.. uhh, uh-huh) Uh-huh (I see you papi, si) I was in Madrid yo Had this hot club shootin my video They was burnin up the floor to that reggaeton Start to bailando soon as they put the record on I was sweatin like a bullfighting matador It was the sexiest scene that I ever saw (La fiesta, tu mi a fuego) But I was still cool in my light blue Kangol I met this girl, she was off the chain yo Cooley head model from San Diego Father was from Trinidad, Tobago Mother was from Rio, de Janeiro She said please don't think I'm crazy But I've been in love with you since the 80's {?} cansando baby Have you ever been with a latin lady [Chorus] Uhh, she said there's one thing you should know (Just here to find to numero uno) Uh-huh (and I'll do anything to prove it) (If I can get wit'cha) Uhh, she said there's one thing you should know (Just here to find to numero uno) Uh-huh (and it's on, one shot will do it) (If I can get wit'cha) [LL Cool J] She said I wanna get wit'cha I'm talkin more than an autograph and picture (Tu quiere, benita mi casa) I mumbled to myself, she's a monster She said (yo no se lo que no habla) Don't worry 'bout it lil' mama nada The chemistry and energy was gettin hotter This ain't like me but I feel like I gotta She started movin near me Whispered in my ear so I could hear more clearly Said grab my waist and look in the mirror Then started windin it like Shakira All that shakin and belly dancin I was goin under, I ain't stand a chance man If I do this, will I love it or regret it Tempted and I don't know where this is headed [Chorus] [LL Cool J] (Wit'cha, wit'cha) Uhh (uhh) Yeah (si papi, uhh) (If I can get wit'cha) (Si papi, si) Uh-huh (Papi) If I can't get wit'cha Then she kept beggin sayin let's go Pullin on my arm, wouldn't let go Rubbin my face, kissin my neck slow When we do it say hablando como {?} She said (ooh papi te quiero mucho) (I love you better than any woman you know) Just then my lady hit my cell phone I'll let y'all figure out the rest yo [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - Todd Smith (2006)
[Mary Mary]
I know the Lord, will make a way He will make a way, yessssssss he will Yessssss, he willlllll Ohhh, I do believe that we will make it Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh [LL Cool J] Uhh uhh I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems Reincarnation of a slave pickin cotton Stress beamin down like the sun I felt rotten to the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin I hear him knockin, sayin that we got him Hot like solar, he wanna burn my soul up World on my shoulders but I roll back ya boulders Words have a funny way of comin back to scold ya Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a molar I tried to told ya, hehehe Enemies gunnin, true believers ain't runnin or duckin, we ain't scared of nuttin, ya feel me? They wanna test me and press my buttons, oh really? Allow Uncle L to hip y'all to somethin, uhh, uhh Yeah, uhh, check it out There's a living power, make a man out a coward Rebuild your strength like the new Trade Towers I thought that I was over, my life got devoured Now I'm on top and I pray for all the doubters Time to shout it, sing it louder [Chorus: Mary Mary] Yeahhhhh, we're gonna make it We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it) Thank God we made it (yeahhhhhhhhhhh) And I mean it, yeah yeah, oh yeah [LL Cool J] I was feelin like my whole world was spinnin and spillin on the ground and that God wasn't willin It seemed like the only ones ballin was the villains Dollar signs in they eyes, lyin to our chill'un I wanna kill 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em They sellin venom and we buyin it like denim These world wide webs they weave, we caught in 'em Old folks is dyin and CEO's skimmin The bat's in your hand and this is the 9th inning Keep your eyes on the ball when you swingin Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up Start switchin your position, make your mind up Pull your bootstraps tight, get your grind up Get your life lined up before time's up Yo, yo, you know what? Take ten percent of that, dough you tryin to stack Send it up to God, I guarantee he send it back Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back Uhh, yeah, sing it out now [Chorus] w/ ad libs [LL Cool J] In the darkest valley, through the loneliest alley Never give up, press on through the storm Weepin man fall, for the night seem long But if you stand strong joy come within the morn' And it goes, on and on and on and on and on and-ah I know it feels like your back's to the wall Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to call (Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers slippin off But you ain't by yourself dawg, we all been lost Stay on your course, carry your cross Ain't no stoppin, got to keep it poppin You want it, you can get it, believe me the king did it Nothin gonna hold you back, there's no limits I'm sent to bring truth to rap, not gimmicks And I'm not finished, man listen Here's the moral to the thesis, y'all cats need Jesus He put your life back together, pick up the pieces Word to the masses, I heard God asked us for less fake rappers, and more real pastors Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter [Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs [Mary Mary] + (LL) We made it, we made it Through the storm and rain, yeahhhhhhh You can make it, yes you can You can make it, you got me I know you can, I know you can I know you can, yessssss, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I do believe we'll make it (Hallelujah!) (Glory! Glory!) |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
boom bash wake up I set it off right
look around and turn your wet dream to fright night you can call me r&b homeys which stands for rough brother word to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know stick you for ya dough spit on the flo' drag it out of ya bring it on I smack him back down yo dope word is bond I know you want a piece of the champ but you roll too weak you couldn't make it in my camp you thought I went for the flip but I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear jump inside your video, bust you with a chair smack slap smack slap smack slap smack just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back smack slap smack slap smack slap smack click click boom, stop dead in your tracks stick the steel in your mouth buck buck buck buck buck, lights out (I'm comin') How ya comin' baby? (I'm comin') this is how I'm comin' the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean (ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine fourteen shots to your dome kid I'm doin' time in the game like a bid movin' rhymes like a package so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that and then some, dead dead dead, one by one never step to a real man 'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down my new album ain't no joke you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal take off your clothes and taste the steel check baby rockabye baby on the roof top open up your mouth and taste my gallot when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit' another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit the way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded get your face out the bill, catch the thrill carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill the thought of you gettin' scared turns me on like my first telivision with my backup tip hard so where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty? it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty you look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy and ain't no way that you can rehearse for me murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure it's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger put up your women, your crib, your speakers your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head I pull your file, click I know you're good to style, blow livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya? obey your momma, be on your best behavior it's never endin' and I am recommendin' you put your name as Brendan I see y'all that is blendin' the message that I'm sendin' is there ain't no pretendin' get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin' this is how I'm comin' how ya comin' baby |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Yeah, man the flavour, flavour YEEEAAAHHH...!!! Ah yeah, who we doing? Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence Another young black man just caught a case Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here-acap |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and Stick around while I defend my crown and No sell-out, the chip is too rough and I'll blow your skin to sofa, leave your mind to be tough And I might seem rough but life is much rougher To see success sometimes you gotta suffer I need a woman that's stronger than material needs And isn't motivated by green Dry my tear-drops and feelin' my pain and Watchin' my back while I strive to maintain and Makin' love like a medicine doctor I knew that she was bad from the day that I clocked her Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby My enemies come and my break-bread's tough but You recognize game from your eyes and walkin' Baby ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you So I'll teach you the game and tell you how to react to The conversation, sexy vibration Visual stimulation, slick persuasion Times are hard, I need a woman that rolls by God And the only man she loves is Todd But will you be around when the raindrops fallin' Or could it be you never loved me at all and I need a trooper, a soldier, a agent I need someone who can roll with my arrangement The reap reducer factor and The Queen of the Uni , not an actor and Standin' by her man till the end Not only as a lover but a friend Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby (yeah) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Man, do things get better? We can look back at the whole aerators Remember the times when they said I couldn't do it But I was rougher than rough and baby you knew it and You held back when your loved jobs called in You had faith when they said they're not callin' You understood that what we had was good you stood by your man like a real queen should That's why now I got you livin' your dream as A beautiful wisdom, a part of my team and As long as I live on this earth Anything you want is what your loyalty's worth Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby (I wanna send this one out to all the ladies in the house) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby, (word) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man (peace) You got to stand by your baby You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby You got to stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Here we go - another funky style Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle" Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild This here part is like section one so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns Early mornin' light is yet to come And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun Females - let your hair down Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown with the funky sound, the razzamatazz you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop Dosey-do your partner all night long and all you mothers, bring your kids along (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...) Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this funky-like type of stuff The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver Don't stop till you get it on With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball They do it in the park, they do it in the mall But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic You were searchin' for the funk and I had it Here we go - hand over the cash yo What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco Work your body like a dime, oh no Do the freaky-deaky - the whole girls' cargo Females on the side - we gotta win 'em, yeah The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber Makes me sick like an earthquake So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house must be eatin' hardy And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya And clinically proven - damn!! Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'...) Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down Put ya body in the lost and found (Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down What you see is what you get And all the words who's next to be the teachers pet? Down-home monkey - corn fed, original And what you do is up to you, the individual This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers with the rebel mentality Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us? Skin so smooth lookin' all (???) Video to video, tape to tape Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge Too many people in the crib The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy and yes we are ready to funk it up steady ain't nothin' here petty Trip down to your laund-a-ray - I'm ready!! Hold your horse, and baby feel the force and get jaws off - no matter what the cost Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes to a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove I know the Marley remix to make you move (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin' |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
[Chrus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings I'll take 30 electric chairs And put'em in a classroom 30 MC's And set'em free from their doom. Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind When we begin The wheel of fortune it spins Holdin' The rhythm like elastic Moldin' Your whole body like plastic So why try to deny what ya already know ya love Up above Cause the mania Hysteria In the streets While ya lovers getting merrier In the sheets I met this lady named Sweet young thing and She gave me that feeling That sunshine bring in. Hordable Sportable Totally affordable Silky smooth Voice was real audible. I said your cool as Ice Cuba She said, "your that Public Enemy I seen on the tuba." No I'm like your Uncle baby. The style of your beautiful face Drives me crazy. Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D? She said, "You tried to play me Like Big Dad-dy." I said, "I know your Tribe, I Called and re-Quested For you to be manifested." She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?" I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?" Rub ya down with warm Ice-T Make ya feel Bran Nubian Instantly. Boogie Down And check this Production. Gimme them lips They look good for suction. She said, "Sweet tease Cool with a little almond joy On the side Just doin' the fly" You like pound cake? Comin' to my house Turn on the lights And see me on the couch. I said, "Do the jingle And your from around the way. I like your earrings L's But anyway, Your grand-daddy is Here to spread cheer. Something nice and smooth With my tongue in your ear. Give me a snack Some Salt And Pepper on a burger. Ice Cube T Or if you prefer the Taste of honey Kid Ride in my Capri and That's the joint They got the real clear CD in. She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might know karate Do me and get away I got a glimpse of your license plate N-W-A." [Chorus: x2] She was Chubby and Ready to Rock Naughty By Nature and Part of my private stock and Riding in the relax Frame of mind and Hammer timing Incredible. So edible And unforgettable. Soft like a Q-Tip I'd love to get with you Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do Feel it in mo and more, When I get ready for a showcase Put together well I go deep And have an oil well Show and tell. I said, "Yo-Yo! You're so intelligent And elegant." I n-I never Run to be D With another MC I got what I want Right in front of me. I know a kid named K He's a MD. Last time I heard Yo, was getting real friendly. Belly to belly and Chest to chest Thigh by thigh Leg by leg and I guess. Ain't no way to get ya out Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort Of a freaky situation With a peppermint twist Ricky or Mike is next on the list. Nastified and all-funkified Come'on Come'on Come'on Ride. Can you hear? Never fear Whatcha hear. What ya hear Is it clear? Understand And love ya big dear And I will appear My dear With a beer And bags full of cheer And waterbed, Yeah! Cause I rumble and groan. She said, "You got to be bad to Make the moanie moan." Ain't no reason to front On the way your life shown. Boo-ya! How I'm jumpin' your bones Like a Grand Master in a Flash. Put out your cigarette And rest your tired ash. All I wanna do Is make woopie Your my pink cookie. Not a wookie When you take it off I'd love a lookie. Cause I'ma mix it up toss style. Peace out You got the sexual profile. [Chorus] |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Uncle
rippin the microphone and blowin the stage apart. These MC's ain't got no heart they need to quit before they start. Shakin and breakin 'em down best at least f in 'em up up at least smackin 'em in a pilek now have a stomp and a smile G. Raisin replacin like Jason when I be chasin these rappers machetti style choppin down their petty style's bassin All in my face you got the mic but I gotta getcha off it you got my rhyme now cough it brother sweat the tip and forfeit. You're nada know nota I'm hotter You're a slow trotter. Karate switch the e into an a and it's karata. When I come on I'm rippin it up just like a madman. I fly your head chop off your legs and make your head stand. Tax and wreckin these chumps all of them I rub out. You know the time what's on your mind you know I never go out. I be breakin bouts ya boys your block is full of bums see. You never was too clever stick the fork in you you're done G. The instrument'll rip with the ultimate of all the rappers. Toe to toe whenever I go I guarantee the flow will smack ya. Pumpin ya full a lead just like a 9 kickin it off in half the time takin a break and makin mine you're way behind. Ya needed a title and all the uncle made your title for ya hopin and prayin and wishin that I can't rap but I rip all a yall in half look at me laugh Ya hee-haw style ya kick it Mmmmm I see goodies gimme the mic and hoodie now I'll dick it. Any the every the his the hers of those of theirs of them. I see your title around your neck just swingin loose I take your gem. I'm takin it off you neck with every line that I select and rappin it up and cuttin while I'm starin with disrespect. Bustin off yeah squeezin like a vice grip blowin ya off the stage into the crowd so have a nice trip. I'm takin control I hold the microphone is good as gold fly so many heads I built my twenty-fifth totem pole. Turnin it out and gettin wrecked is just a understatement. How special to rap a flat puttin his head inside the pavement. Burnin 'em up just like a flame thrower rippin 'em with the cool flower. Takin 'em out in pairs like the man, Noah Holdin 'em up just like a trophy for the world to see. You really ain't superb you see you're goin out like a girl to me. Takin your little boo-hoo baby tear drop cryin style breakin it down until there's dust and I'ma vacuum up the pile. Showin and provin and groovin and makin a movie on the mic. slappin a Marlboro in his mouth just like a dirty little tyke. Master of the murderous maniac mad style amazin man mackin the mic since I was just a mere child. Props and props more props than Terminator 2 with pen and pad I play to you and on the cross-fader too. Endlessly with energy undefeatable ally expandin my empire you don't wanna test me. Wizard of funkadelic every album's like a relic bite the line chewin on mine but ya never live to tell it. Bustin it off quick flippin the script that's in the bushes then walkin around the jam I'm handin out pounds and mushes. You're makin a face you wanna test my slick manuever? Your best to rock a break beat or somethin you can groove to. Even if every rapper in the world was makin jams as soon as I set this off their mic's are slidin out their hands. rockin the junky's world with the release of every single back in the days I told ya I need a beat to make ya jingle. Overlord droppin the sword and choppin off the mic cord. rappers are dead all over the street in every state I toured. I'm dealin the truth with living god that's right before ya eyes. And I'll be rollin in hoods and sneakers you can keep the suit and ties. No sell out bet ya uncle never dies. Gimme that microphone I'll rip it up until sunrise |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) James Todd Smith and nine years old When +Sugarhill+ was in control I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my first hit off ("I Need A Beat") +I Need A Beat+, it was a smash on the DL But everytime I did a show my name was mispelled +Can't Live Without My Radio+ drops I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box +Rockin' the bells+ like a madman dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first ?50,000 All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold a little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, SHIT!! ("Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage") And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) I wasn't tryin' to hear it cause I'm bad When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad +I Need Love+, that means I need a girl to love me down I dropped the pretty style cause rap was gettin' ugly I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them +I'm that type of guy+ when poppa wasn't happy with it Trippin' them up, that was my style, but everybody bit it Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavour Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major Puttin' out +Till Da Break Of Dawn+, tell me what sucker? Cops harass me +Illegal Search+ motherfucker I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a name I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the train I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk (uh) baby, bring it in, bring it) Come on man! +Mama Said To Knock 'Em Out+ I knocked 'em out the box I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself when all the punks on top of everybody else, but in '92 and '93 I'm makin' history The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy? I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it Thought I was +Going Back To Cali+ where I knew I wasn't I sent a +Murdergram+, solo in a black van I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland +Mr. Goodbar+ lickin' all the rough stuff I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a rudder-put You wanna find me come to +Farmers Boulevard+ and you can hear me eat them up, just ask for Todd Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it, uh) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Ey, ey, check it out homie man, you need to get up out of this spot man and get a job man before you get smoked man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...) I know you don't wanna hear it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots] (swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips So black man really care about politics In the ninety's, our governments so slick I watch CNN sometimes and I realize they're playin' tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his hands Too young to die, and they don't give a damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath I love you to death while my beats' like a reef In the middle of the night on the city streets The only thing we got left is the beat All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Who brings guns into the USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator Say the clubs, I can't get a job Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs!!! Brother of pain, their whole lives are over They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober And all the ladies got bags of clothes They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows The streets are like a nightmare While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon When you need a toga-black, hire black linen Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob The black women don't understand Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk Seein' black women and white men go to work So all women fear, the brothers ain't real Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal Hold my hand while I get it all together They don't deserve me at times of bad weather Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls And there's another way besides basketball Let me go, let me do what I do I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner And you can get robbed if you wanna Paybacks a mother on the street You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats Brothers ride by real slow You get leary when they got tinted windows Sittin' on the steps with a blunt I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front My Aunt Ellie always talked about God Tell me you never cried cause its so hard Government got a hell of a plan But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Mad madness trashy brother from way back. We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track. Certified bonified pull out the weapon. Rusted. Your ho's gets busted. Run your jules! Shootin up ya damn fools. Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools. Went away came back your still wack. Now your slobbin Marly's mob for a dope track. Comin off like a bra and its the witness. No click-click a fru (?) business Don't care about no money got props in it. Flippin scripts with every letter in the alphabet. Wanna jump. JUMP! And jingle your rump. RUMP! Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks. Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid. Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live. I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle and have the police playin the fiddle in the hospital. Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness." Rhymes kick your teeth but end up frontless. Soul survivor of a thousand beats sendin funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs. Is a raw to a bearlin in the woods (?). Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack. I heard you think you got a chance to win but my glock is stopped off to murder the top ten. Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous. The underground can say "ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace."Well can I be the flavor of the month? I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump. I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out. I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooz out. Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin. Got ya screamin for my album so I had to do somethin. Write tonight to take a bit not a bite. And watch the (?) freak you with all my might. Like "Here I am to save the day!" I stop the tracks with the mic so I say "To chay" and "On Gaurd" when I'm swingin for your brow. Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin allowed.Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me. Run for ya life now here somes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed. So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out. So get the flavor the original Mr. Funky (?) and you watch me do my thing. Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker and make your girl "Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!" like Luke Skywalker. I can't front I love rappin with a passion. Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin. See when you front you make mad the alter weight (?). Freak this: "funky twin powers activate!" Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles. Crushin MC's while their girls do the hustle. See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong. Damnit, can't we all just get along? We'll see there simply ain't no frontin allowed. Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show peace to the Funky Child.Punchin your god-damn eyebrows off roughin it up north lookin' like your laugh off (?). It's a blash smash and crash from my stash. Be watchin your back kid. Your girl and the phat path. Talkin bout your macks and tax. What's with that? Your gettin wet like sloooow sex. Rippin on that old school kid. Leavin sliced as a slit says I wet your crib. No question. Testin the west and the east and once the ammo was released and I'll make your girl come and getcha. Hope you get the picture. Boy your better off if a pit bit ya! What's its like in the illest fight. Believe the hype. I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike. Fight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right. And ya know it's comin off so don't ask it. Snatchin the vocal and hotties on the rap tip. Mackin ya boys up. Bringin the noise up. And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts. Chainsaw gain more and riegn raw. And never let a brother play it is my main law. |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for unh hardcore I know you wanna come...in my jeep we can park on a back street you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry let's do this in a hurry air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken I know you need a good stickin' that's when I see my man Snoop peace, what up kid? loungin' duke as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier you're gettin' hornier and hornier I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor) you're legs is incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep (where at?) back seat of my jeep back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep' I'm pullin' over near your building I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin' I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this you got class but deep down you're real freakish you got it all, but you never had a wild episode that's when me and my jeep showed up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin' I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky you love it 'cause it's wild and risky you got your eyes on the hood you're up to no goodI took you in the back, you hoped I would you got your black on black so stacked in the back while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track windows are foggy and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I give it to you real raw in the backseat that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah) you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah) don't lie take it in your eye (why?) so buckle up, buckle up what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live I'll put your numbers in the archives so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl it's my jeep and your world you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing 'cause I can tell you wanna swing we're bonin' on the dark blocks wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it workin' as a team somebody, anybody (scream) jump with me to the cash bar I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh" damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah) you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth exstentions on the carpet that nice round brown is my target it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy I love it when it's pushy but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up) the back seat of my jeep, is priceless you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin' unh, give me a hug see what I'm sayin' love? [ |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
[Intro]
Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor) Come on, come on (soul survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on [LL Cool J] They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow I'll catch a felony on top of a melody brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive" Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh A sunny beach, video hoes within reach Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone And E ain't put nobody on When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt like belts makin' them strip and all of that Punks better run for they guns I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) [LL Cool J] I worked the Murphy on the mix What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit? I'm harder than-?find in a jar? People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!) I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!) Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb Twenty times harder without a curse Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!! The baddest soloist in hip-hop history L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know? Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me... [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) Take it to the bridge Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? [LL Cool J] My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguard The microphone is my credit card Blowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too soft Usin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root call I heard somebody said the skills wasn't good I'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!) I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shots and laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in You blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and time ain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb lookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!! You're the next contestant tonight Come on down to my shake clown - the slice is right Rip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for years tell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it! AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!! Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks while you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!! [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Hit it) Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer catch a heart-attack, cause I'm back I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad I'm mad cause they said I wasn't bad No recognition cause they said I'm from the ghetto Carryin' nine millimeters and stiletto's I guess I need a TV show to get mine But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind That's too soft for L I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell" Hour jack loops and dancer troops Watch out for the gangsta-machine-gun-loose Ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this No way, huh, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Last year pop rappers got awards And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic-cord They see LL, they know the brothers' real But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite I gotta blow up more and more Shakin' the rafters from here on after Puttin' an end to all the laughter There ain't no way they can win with the band all in, plus the turntable spin Strip-sea |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Young people, with no education, politicians, deny and segregation Young infants, deserted and abandoned Step parents, lack in understandin' Homelessness, all across the land, war, man against man Treachery and evil fillin' our communities and all these hypocrites, aiyyo, they're stealin' from our charities Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down LL Cool J Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Many poisonous chemicals and (uh) boom! Many devilish goals are up (uh) soon! No love where loves' ya dwell in Mother-earth transformed into hell an' Ice, murders, conspiracy and (uh) schemes! Young boys will reveal their, dreams! Handguns in the hands of the young and diss all this paranoia, yo, there's much slugs for everyone Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We need to rise (rise), as if we live with our eyes (eyes) Stay away from the hate (hate), before it's too late (before it's too late) We go ah... Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We gotta rise... |
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from LL Cool J - 14 Shots To The Dome (2000)
The wind is howlin
the rain pours down eyes are blood shot heartbeat pounds. Lights go out the whole world's in darkness the ground is tremblin' dogs are barkless. In the sky there appears a great light burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night. AAAHHHH! Cryin' in a childless (?) tone terrified of dyin' a painful death alone. Don't smile lest a innocent (?) chile The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?). Throw like a hit from the best take it in a slump ha ha feel it in your chest. Conquerin the world with the words leadin the children like herds. I can feel it buildin I'm about to explode I'm walkin on the crossroad People livin in a shack - at the crossroads Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads stab you in the back - at the crossroads Everybodies gettin jacked at the crossroads Violins and trumpets play 25 thousand people in a golden sleigh on there way to the promise land. Deliverance but yet some don't understand. Rough on a late night thrill after midnight kill or be killed. Soldiers, warriors (?) at each other on the combat zone. Supreme power on the throne. Lighting strikes in every home. Terrified men run down the street. So many dead bodies it's hard to eat. Come, we gotta rise above the wall. To see what no man has seen before. Blindin' light that got you through the night. God is on your side to got in a fight. Homicide suicide death. BOOM! Ain't nobody left. Ohhhh! It's startin to take affect. Your on your knees you scared to death. Tornados with a thousand people spinnin. One fight at the cross and now god is winin. The whole Earth cracks in half. The sea turns red from the blood bath. Abandoned buildings burned and two remain (?). Terrified you feel the fire blaze. The ground can't hold your weight. You reach out to grab the pearly gates. Who clocked this f not from space. Never again will you see the human race. 19 angels leadin the devil straight to hell! Torment! Pain! What you're seein here you can't explain. All your life some men we played the game. Never realize that there's a flame. |
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from LL Cool J - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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