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(Calling all cars, calling all cars...) (Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples) (Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers) (Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east) (Alias L.L. Cool J) (He's bad...) Aaaahhhhhhhhhh... No rapper can rap quite like I can I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop" If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would And when rap begin then I gotta join in and Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win Cool J has arrived so you better make way Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play! Sparring competition that's my hobby and job I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped I'm bad (Cool J) (Cool J) (Cool J) (C C C C Cool J J) (Cool J) (C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J) I'm like Tyson icin' I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin Because I'm bad as can be got my voice all waxed Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed I couldn't shouldn't and it'll stay that way The best rapper you've heard is L.L. |
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I met this new girl with big juicy lips
And nice round hips, I mean her body's a trip And when I go over her house, you know what I like? The way she tells me "take it off" and never says "syke" Yo, I'm never in need, she's feedin' my greed She never waits for me to ask, she takes the lead Her tongue is sticky, and hickeys are her specialty E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don You're mad and I'm happy that she put me on I'll never leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] About Kanday (I, feel, good) About Kanday (I, feel, good) Now & Laters gum drops, jellybeans Brothers beg for the leg, she's on the cheerleading team It feels wicked, every time I stick it, that's right When we're alone she never ever acts polite Hey yo, she blows me kisses, she does my dishes I wished I bust two and she grants my wishes She's clever in bed, she uses her head She's the kinda girl that keeps a fat man well fed Left to right all night, the chick's outta sight I broke my lamp shade in half because I don't use a light Man, she's juicy like a berry, chocolate with the cherry Ask me if it's good and I'll have to say very Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] I'm feelin' gooder than good, if you wouldn't I would If you could, I know you could, she's kickin' back in the hood When she starts to get off she can knock off a cough I know 'cough' don't rhyme with 'boss', but she made me her boss She's the talk of my room whenever I'm in my room My little brother loves her more than his favorite cartoon Her body's bad, the girl's built, skin like silk Wet, steamy and warm just like a hot cup of milk She's all the way live, keeps me satisfied I don't go outside, I like to stay inside Her ways are like a angel, with bright white wings And I'm crazy 'bout the way Kanday shakes her thing Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) [Chorus] Ooh, you couldn't imagine, I'm lickin' my lips If she was tea I'd take a sip, when I'm in gym I do flips I'm in love with the pizznoot, it's proper as hell I'm hittin' harder than hard, always makin' her yell She's cooler than an iceberg, word to the mother In the house, down the steps and under the covers Right away, no sation, or frontin', or playin' Or delayin', I'm never steppin' off, I'm always stayin' Her mother knows me well, father hates my guts He don't know when we're alone she's always feelin' on my niggy-niggy-nuts For a snack, cornflakes, crackerjacks Day after day I try to break that back And man, oh man, damn, you can't and I can Last time I saw her with man I had to shake almost hands I said "what up", he said "what up", "I took your girl, so what up?" Gotta walk on the ground with a hole to fill up All the boys laugh about her, Darryl and Dewayne Bobcat and Earl, but they must be insane Michael Spelling's on my side, and big Chuck the Grease She's my private freaky deak, my own personal skeez Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would That's why I had to tell ya that (I, feel, good) (Who I feel good about?) About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Real good, know what I'm saying? About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Candy sandwich, know what I'm saying?) (Chocolate, vanilla) About Kanday (I, feel, good) (Sweet like a strawberry, knowmsayin?) About Kanday (I, feel, good) |
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[LL Cool J]
G, G, G, G, G, G Get [LL Cool J] Down, to the rhythm that'll rock the walls Go sporting and Jordan's and I'm on the balls Don't lacking I'm black but I'm not ?Lou Wrong? Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all So get down with the entrepreneur of funk Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin Monk Ain't down with Johnny Cousin know as use at a jam So to hell with Anne McMahon & Tom McCan J-Ski is the box, farmers is the street Signing hungry-over-beasts that's why I always eat Up to you to guess whose rocking the funky sound If you don't know never mind come on and get down [Chorus] Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down [LL Cool J] Hard like haystacks cow-hold Calling me a sucker boy you're pushin a broom If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place Got a Cunningham family from my happy days Not the boys that play the bench for the Oakland A He drop you to a hop to the record he play Couldn't keep it a secret I'm L.L. Cool J Rhymes are all wack and real all real Yo Earl, tell the party people the deal [Earl] Yo listen here Ya ain't no thing, can't complain They catch like a muh'fuck pass to J [LL Cool J] That's right I'm back he's talks how to rap He used to Smurf now you're jacking cause my name's on the map Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says is that he loves hats With a hands like a hatcher, Cut Creators in bat Cut Creator on the fader the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Cut Creator cut the record so they don't forget Get down [Chorus] [LL Cool J] I make hard rock jams for hard rock fans What I'm sayin is for real this ain't lala land Got a can full of jams pullin off the lid Competition in New York is doin what I did Cold sender of a story I paid my dues I rocked at house parties I was down with crews Now I'll never be caught I'm on my P's and Q's And for the rest of your life you wanna be in my shoes I scar like stones hard like cement and I rocked every jam that I ever went Cause I got a better reppin than any emcee has And I'm down like a brother from Alcatraz Get down [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni-ninja I rap the boss is back the only man you should call when the party's packed From Paris to L.A they say I'm as sharp as a pin When it's a Cool J party you gotta get in So I'm making big steps like Gladys Knight in the pier One rhyme you're on my tensils as I leave my lip Up the block kids are talking and spreading the news About the new grandmaster the one you'll choose Cause I'm chuckling I wanna stomp the rest When I kick it couldn't bore it could only impress I'm not a Hula-Hoop this isn't a passing phase Hard work pays I'm getting straight up A's Cool J is running things I want it understood Executioner I should wear a black hood And carry an axe cause I'm ruff on wax Speakers speaking "phone-wear from durable" eight-tracks Get down (G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down) |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt You give her twenty dollars and you can do work She'll take food stamps and a traveller's cheque Because her hair and her face and her life's a wreck She wears a bright blonde wig, some high heeled pumps She's down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump She's a hot little momma and she works every day If you wanna pay to play, here's where she stays She's at the... <i>[Chorus]</i> (Bristol Hotel) Room 515 (The Bristol Hotel) Where that at? (Jamaica, Queens!) <i>[Verse 2]</i> I seen her standin' there, slutty as could be Offering the putty for a itty-bitty fee Every red light she'll come over to your ride Or she's standin' in the doorway tellin' you to come inside The Bristol Hotel, cos it ain't no thing And her meat tastes better than Burger King Japanese executives in three-piece suits Glasses all foggy when they come in the place The girlies in the Bristol, they're all in cahoots He fell asleep and got robbed, and cold chumped his face at the... <i>[Repeat chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Party people check the story cos the story is ill It's the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill They went inside the Bristol on a Saturday night Harold was cool but Bill felt uptight The girlies made attempts but Harold played it cool "Never ever rush, that's the golden rule I been comin' to the Bristol's ten years of my life A-yo, what the hell? Yo, man that's my wife!" (The...) <i>[Repeat chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 4]</i> You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a kind And if you know her good enough she won't make you stand on line She'll let you inside, make you pay for the ride Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody died You say "What the heck", because you already paid Not knowin' that the guy that went before you had AIDS Bang bang boogie, she was so amusin' Next week you're at the clinic gettin' blood transfusions At the... <i>[Repeat chorus]</i> (The Bristol Hotel) <i>[till fade]</i> |
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[Verse 1]
The President woke and he called the Pope The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope P.S. the Lord raised Michelangelo from the dead So he can make a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo team The way I scored points all around the clock I had her daughter, the princess riding my jock I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard Then I took a little trip into a deck of cards The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade Then I played cards with the queen of clubs The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love As for the queen of diamonds, she don't like men Because you know that a diamond is a girl's best friend The double-trouble spade was named the deuce And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news There was 52 cards, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [Verse 2] Then I took a trip to the center of the earth I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first I met these funny little people, they called em skeezers So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer Tight leather pants that'll make you grunt Two nice soft things right up front The center of the earth ain't got no crime Just people bodyrockin to the L.L. rhyme If you're kinda confused to what a skeezer is It's just a girl who's on my jock cause I'm in showbiz There was a whole lot of skeezers, I dogged everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [Verse 3] Woke up late one afternoon Realized I was in the world of cartoons He-Man told me he'd beat me up Because he thought that I looked like Donald Duck Then I hung out with Spiderman He told me he was gonna start a comic strip band The Incredible Hulk was gonna play the drums Charlie Brown grabbed the guitar and started to strum Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone But Tom & Jerry both said he should leave it alone Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse He had two freaks, so we went to his house Mickey's freak was ugly, but mine was def So I knocked it off until there wasn't none left They were cartoon characters, I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [Verse 4] Since I'm a good friend of father time I'm not getting older as I say this rhyme I was warming the stove at the Alamo Before Booth shot Lincoln I stole the show I was down with George at the Delaware But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull We made a peace pipe, then we took a pull Then he brought more leaves from a golden chest You thought it was tabacco, the shit was cess There was a lot of great men, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [Verse 5] 11:33, I swear it's no sooner I went inside my TV, I met _The Honeymooners_ Ralph wanted me to bust a couple of rhymes But I had my eyes on Alice's behind Norton came down right about that time Looking in the fridge, so he could swine and dine Then I said to myself, I should give em a taste So I pulled the microphone out my black briefcase Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol Ralph said, "I got a scheme, let me get to it" "Norton, my pal," I said, "Yo, don't even do it" They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [Verse 6] Cause my tongue cuts sharp, I hit a note like a harp Or a harmonica, Veronica, I do my part In a bedroom with leg room I'm strong like a monsoon Chilled in Maui-Waui and I carry a harpoon Stopped at the isle that's Mali, cause we got ill Wrote my name on a rock at the top of the hill I searched for other ways, made love in caves And I kicked the ill beats that make the natives raise Now I'm gonna tell you what all this means From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens There's a lyrical technician who came to play Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J All of this is just a story that I made up Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator's cuts Some of it's fiction, and some of it's fact Not another common rap with a heavy drum track A whole lot of rhymes, and I wrote everyone That story is over, and my rhyme IS DONE Huh! |
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| 4:05 |
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<i>[LL Cool J]</i>
That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby That's right, don't try to front like your fly GET OUT THERE! <i>[LL Cool J]</i> To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat? Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more than a fat man after a pack-a-jam L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes I'm dope on a rope (???) water elope I do the hustle and the shuffle and the roper dope Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Three hundred and fifty seven reasons why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now We ain't playin, we came here to get ill Iller than ill, LL youknowI'msayin? <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz So nasty you don't know whether to stay or leave More fear then Evan Bluebeard I serve primrose A picture of me is like a part of Michaelango's I don't play the banjo will you ever understand yo Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo Cocks strong half a block wrong Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong Not a battle axe not one of the mill Not easily knocked out or easily killed Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> A hundred and ninety five pounds punk More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts KnowI'msayin? Now get yourself on the floor Stop actin like a sissy <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts Wanna step in the ring with me you must be mushed Now ices in a crisis afraid when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin But filling when the scene I mean I'm icin and acin Amateurs who like it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em I remember the blood and I remember what told em I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the audacity to try and mess with him and me Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat ?Pellum? (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Rock the beat now that can be arranged Yo baby you look fine spread em Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your pocket Who is this? Move it, move it, move it <i>[LL Cool J]</i> I'm a nappy, sappy crappy imitator of who If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you, ooooh You don't know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified Get back better yet step back get dat Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte This goes out whether the blues is old news P's and Q's keep me in your shoes and you're dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong And cause I'm capable of makin a platinum LP Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin Callin all cars for the brother in black L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track I'm force full of force to put you on your back Makin hit after hit while you sent for a contract Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get Leavin rappers fee's dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down <i>[LL Cool J]</i> Now the LL posse is now handin out speed knots to all those who don't want to get busy That's right baby get your body on the floor Move it, move it .357 at point blank range ain't nothin strange you're havin a heart attack is at your back Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down |
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| 3:57 |
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[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK 5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK 9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens I was rockin at a bar called one eighteen Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top Livin on Farmers Boulevard I was born at Bayshore Slap the rich and shake hands with the poor And this is a story about a brother I know Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] Way back in the days before I clocked some dough I used to go to the show and sit in the front row Hopin and prayin one day I'd get on a roll So I'd have Fila in the summer and a mink when it's cold Not fearin of course, cockstrong like a horse No man's runnin my posse, cause each man is a boss When his homie can't wait to pull a jam out the crate One time for your mind Check out the guitar break [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to sing He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for Ain't enforcin no rules ain't breakin no laws We ain't a rock n roll band in pinstripe and plaid Just my posse learned to work for what little they had It's all about us three: E, Phil & Jay He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play [Chorus] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go [LL Cool J] Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut It's like travellin through time to the stray cats strut Cuts are slicker than Grease needles sharper than knives We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of our lives Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S Cut Creator cut the record for me [Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S ["Cut it" in background] Go, go, go, go, ahh, go [Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"] Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go, go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go Go Cut Creator Go L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L |
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<i>[Verse]</i>
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town Every time I drive by you're just standin' around Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man? L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame Movies, records, goin' on tour Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God I have experience in goin' all the way to the top It's harder harder than hard All the suckers are barred You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred See the problem is you want what another man has His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own cuz when you're rich you got friends but when you're poor you're alone So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree? Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life you'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife" Every day is a chase, every day is a race and every day you're being overpowered by my bass Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead I'mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme Lead you to that ticket line so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung Not that I killed him, it's just He didn't wanna trust the words of a master that's why you must Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are clear Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck L.L. Cool J is on the microphone tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone" Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks Straight up and down, no special effects I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin' Here I am, tellin' the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans All you petty MC's in the state of New York Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin' Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin' Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire Fly girl's desire, the man you admire Not only on the stage, I rock in the park and I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound L.L. Cool J, the baddest around. |
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| 5:23 |
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When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life, I see I need love There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal Playing make believe pretending that I'm true holding in my laugh as I say that I love you Saying amor kissing you on the ear whispering I love you and I'll always be here Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around Inside my soul because my soul is cold one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love I need love Romance sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet It's deja vu whenever I'm with you I could go on forever telling you what I do But where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug this love search is really making me bug And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean Fantasy's can run but they can't hide and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside I need love I need love I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you suck on you neck, caress you and rub you Grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad I've got money but love's something I've never had I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget I need love I need love See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger Friendship, trust honor respect admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation It's taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considerate and do all I can Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much my body tingles all over from the slightest touch Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally find you watch our love unfurl I need love I need love Girl, listen to me When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall fantasies, they go through my mind And I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen I'll be waiting I love you |
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| 3:45 |
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I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather Last of the red hot loving MC's Looking for a little, that's my theory It goes quick like lightning, too exciting Lover of ladies, don't allow biting Level-headed leader, toy boy feeder Good love life and a rhyme biter beater Looking, learning, the one you're liking Listen and you will love what I'm writing Ladies love, long, hard and lean And now you know what L.L. means [Chorus] Let's get ill! Come on now Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Everybody Let's get ill! Lightning in the sky, L.L. don't lie I can hold a larger load than those other little guys My literature is the land's highest law The man of the brand, one you look out for I'm loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker Listen to my rhyme Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn't late The love every little bit of the cuts he creates First not last, leader of the class, see From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearing Lee's The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E I bust your lip, my level won't slip Clocking crazy dollars on the L.L. tip Come on! [Chorus] Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref When I die, there will be no lovers left I'm the little girl liker, legendary writer Let's see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter My love is long and my lyrics rock loud Lurking shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club Ladies Love, the man you dream of [Chorus] Never ever lost, not lonely or alone You can call me the last Capone Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids Don't need a legal lawyer, I ain't doing no bid Cause the ladies know my bass is low Rocking L after L ever since the intro Liberace couldn't rock it like the long-legged pro Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don't eat Alpo Come on [Chorus] All over the land they listen to my jams Like a cherry lollipop when you're licking your hand I'm popping and locking, so I can give you a list All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff I love giving em bliss, having my name on the list I'm the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn Cold laugh cause they don't like it every time I return Come on [Chorus: Repeats] |
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L.L. Cool J
Servin em well And as you all know.. I AM - HARD - AS HELL Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn' Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks And the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blast Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot So I stayed there a hour, cause I like it a lot Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologne Then I called up Earl on the telephone He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on 10 g's plus a limo for one strong song So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared Got a magnfying glass, then I brushed my beard Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon 12 o'clock came, left the door crack The freak walked in, a mink on her back Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me taste your tongue?" My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail She left, Earl came over and we went outside Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride Went up to A.J., in my fresh black wheel I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a meal The girlies want sex, the fellas try to plex But those who flex end up with broke necks Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic" Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the door Due cause I'm a gangster people think I do crimes They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind L.L. has iced all the washed up slobs Vigilante of rap, so to hell with the mob Don't run from the cops, makin suckers jock And I'm only 18 makin more than your pops Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys And I dare any critic to call it noise Peeped at the clock, it said 6:03 Said 'later' to Creator and broke out with E Went up to White Castle for a chocolate shake Thinkin 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat E-Love hit the table and he made up a beat Kicked a few lines, stepped out the door Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time It was almost 7:30 and the show was at nine L.L. Cool J will soon stand at a jam With thousands of people screamin, "Touch my hand!" But since I had a hour plus a half for tat I was searchin for the cutie who's my perfect match Her name was Renee, her face was okay But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna play I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach Said, "You got a good team, girl, but you need a new coach" Said, "My name's L.L. - Cool, if I may introduce But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feel you grind Cause it ain't 5th grade, and these ain't nursery rhymes And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore Check out the real L.L. behind closed doors So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it Forget the silk dress,cause you ain't gonna need it Unplug your clock, do away with the light After five minutes or more you hear me say, 'That's right!' Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy When we make love you can call me daddy I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey, Renee I'm not a toyboy, but I still wanna play Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack After that I leave you starvin for me to come back But in the meantime, put your digits down And the next time I see ya I'm goin to town" Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on line Took a trip around the side, so I could get backstage If you call me a tiger, then the stage is my cage I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust Walked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks They said, "L.L., you're runnin late and it'is time to rock" Told Cut Creator what the order would be Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E Went onstage, I heard the girlies scream And that's the very moment I woke up from the dream Aahh! |
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