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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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| 4:02 |
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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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| 4:42 |
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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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| 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, I'm not Saying No-names then the thought occurred, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her, I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels, all I now is that I'll never dish another raw deal playing make believe Pretending that I'm truth holding in my laugh as I say that I love you. Sayin' amor kissing you on the ear, whispering I love you when I'll always be here. Although I often reminisce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around inside my soul because my soul is cold, one half of me deserve to be this way until I'm old but the other haft needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love. Romance, sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat, kiss you on the cheek and say Oh girl ! You're so sweet, it's deja vu whenever I'm with you, I could go on forever tellin ' you what I do but where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere, damn sure you ain't in my closet or under my rug this love search is really making me bug and if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen, take a chance with my love you'll find out what I mean. Fantasies can run , but they can't hide when I find you I'm a pour all my love inside I need love. I wanna kiss you, hold you, never scold you, just love you, suck on your neck caress you and rub you, grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me, you're on the phone, can't you hear it in my voice? I need love bad, I got money , but love is something I never had. I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's teen feet tall, I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug , we become paralyzed our body explode in ectasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel it's like a dream-land I can't lie I've never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something I'll never forget I need love. See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run, I need something that's stronger friendship, trust, honor, respect and admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation it taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considered and do all I can, protect you, you're my lady and mean so much, my body tingles all over from the slightest touch of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time, till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine, if I find you girl, I swear I'll be a good man, I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive, I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally found you, watch our love unfurl, I need love. Girl, listen to me When I be sitting in my room all alone starring at the wall Fantasies, they go thru my mind and I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl, make yourself seen, I'll be waiting. I love you |
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| 4:12 |
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I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun The top is down, on the black Corvette And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top and three girls waiting VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining Passing all the cars on the way Movement of the wind, back wheels spin Pop in a cassette and push play I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em Takin 'em to spots they never before hung ?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip The record skip, but this girl kept dancin Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. .. I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising Advising realizing, she's sizing me up Her bikini - small; heels - tall She said, she liked, the ocean She showed me a beach, gave me a peach and pulled out the suntan lotion Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster She's lookin for a real good time I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise," and I ran away with the bottle of wine I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so { saxophone solo } |
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| 4:49 |
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Milky, and I'm back My ace in the hole was this brand new track I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up I did it, but the devil didn't make me I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me Proving a point that I'm a serious joint You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint Your head with oil--lots of oil Make it run like water, watch it boil Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH Prince of the growl is on the prowl How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is-- Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper King Hercules! Back for the payback, I must say that I heard your new jam, I don't play that It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting This year you tried, next year you're quitting Last year you thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff and this is an example of funky stuff When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss It's a strong record, a record for the strong For those who appreciate real rap songs Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track Stay back, I got the power, I'm--Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth a-k-a James Todd Smith Hard like penitentiary steel Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal Homegirls in the house, c'mon Homegirls in the house, give it up You gotta want to get hotter Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a People don't know how nice I am He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves No one out there thought you could do You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- Break it down! Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier Check out the way I say my, display my, play my 'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth It makes me move and I'll improve As it goes on, as it flows on When you see me, don't ask if the show's on How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown Pull on my jock to be down You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs Day after day after day You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J I'm- I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a savage street talker Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens Kicking it mean, keeping it clean And you've never seen anybody rock the party All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair I'm better than any emcee out there As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at.. |
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| 4:56 |
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[And you say New York City...
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk. People spread gossip and believe what they must, but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust. A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed, and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed. Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice); and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice. I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan- -natics of the Asiatic miracle man. Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real. Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel. He's so-so, I got the instinct. They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink. You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love: Let me see your earrings jingle, love... I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you. That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul. Rise, suprise, and I advise you all. To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt. My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh. I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch. Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch. You're real funny, you really try to go for yours. But I know why: you ain't had no dough before. So you tried and lied to drain my fame. This ain't a game, yo, you know my name. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now, dance to my remix single... When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think, cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink. And tried to run down that, I can't get over that garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son. I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'. Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins. Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it. Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to the mother!) Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker, and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now... lemme see your earrings jingle... .break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me, your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B. You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice, but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice. Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb. Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves. Played your hand, lost track of your plan, when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man. Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get. I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin', you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'. You know you can't create and get mean like this; when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! When it's all over, said and done, my friend, they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again." So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop. Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop. I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor. Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter) [And you say New York City] |
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I was at the mall sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall takin' a break Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings Baby hair and bodies built to swing That's when I seen her Her name was Tina Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina I said "How you doin' my name's Big L Don't ask me how I'm livin' 'cause yo I'm living swell But then again I'm livin' kind of foul 'Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl" To make a long story short, I got the digits Calls her on my car phone and paid her a visit I was spankin' her and thankin' her, chewin' her and doin' her Layin' like a king on sheets of satin That's what time it is, you know what's happenin' She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's a cutie But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in And said to her with a devilish grin... TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you TINA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But TINA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to the high school about three o'clock To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock My homeboy's jeep, the system blastin' Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin' Girls all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy store That's when I seen her Her name was Brenda She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember I said to my man, "Stop the jeep" She's only senteen but, yo, don't sleep I kicked the bass like an NFL punter And scoped the booty like a big game hunter I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired Let's go get some rest, relax by the fire" I put the big booty on a bearskin rug She gave me a kiss, I have her a hug I said to the girl, "them young boys ain't nothin' You want to get freaky, let me kiss your belly button" I circled it and teased it and made her squeal Grabbed a pack of bullets and pulled out the steel When I was through, I wiped the sweat from my eyes When to the kitchen and got some sweet potato pies Tina busted in my house while I was eatin' You know what I said Too bad you caught me cheatin', but... BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you BRENDA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But BRENDA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are" I paid it no attention, I walked inside Because Brian had a nine and he was chillin' in the ride I walked in the place, everybody was lookin' And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin' I sat down to eat, ordered my food I said to the waitress, "I don't men to be rude But I'll take you on a platter" She said, "You got a girl," I said, "It don't matter You look like you're tastier than a pipin' hot pizza What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa" I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that But when you get off work, yo, I'll be back" She looked at me and said, "Make yourself clear L, where we going?" I said, "Right here" She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see" I pulled up at ten on the D.O.T. When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat Laid her on the table and place my order And habe her a tip much bigger than a quarter On and on to the break 'a dawn All over the restaurant, word is born I heard somebody coughin', I checked my watch I couldn't believe it said nine o'clock I grabbed my pants, put on my Kangol Who did I see, Oh, yo, it was Brenda Yo, she worked at Red Lobster but I didn't remember LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya LISA got a big ole butt I know I told you I'd be true But LISA got a big ole butt So I'm leavin' you See ya |
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| 3:39 |
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Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin Yeah aight But we need a beat that they can front to Oh, that'll work Be funky You know what I'm sayin? (Cars ride by with the boomin systems) (Cars ride by) Funky For all the cars out there And all the brothers That like to front in their rides Check it out You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around 12 o'clock at night with your windows down Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots Push the E-Q and play connect the dots Leanin to the side, people everywhere The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare Big beats bumpin with the bass in back All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack Cos they don't understand why I act this way Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this Mind your business Now pass it around Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound People in the street see me bobbin my head While I'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said I'm frontin, and I don't care if you know The backseat of my car is like a disco show You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne |
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| 4:06 |
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(You got me s up s down s out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman is scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion Using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around the way girl (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap but petty You're ready for loving You're real independent so your parents be bugging But if you ever need a place to stay (Oooh you love me) Come around my way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around the way girl (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here You say meet me half way Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your home girls crew While the businessmen in suits be hawking you Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining I think you in the mood for whining and dining So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me s ) I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh yea I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me The only one for me I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (You got me s up s down s out on your loving) (You got me s up s down s out) (till fade) |
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LL C'mon man News Report And with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback mumbling but tonite... LL Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass go BOOM Explosion, overpowerin Over the competition, I'm towerin Wreckin shop, when I drop these s that'll make you call the cops Don't you dare stare, you betta move Don't ever compare Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced Competition's payin the price I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!! Mama said knock you out HUUUH!!! ( 4X) Don't u call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm And I'm just gettin warm Just like Muhummad Ali they called him Cassius Watch me bash this beat like a skull Cuz u know I had beef wit Why do u riff with me, the maniac psycho And when I pull out my jammy get ready cuz it might go BLAAAAW, how ya like me now? The river will not allow U to get with, Mr. Smith, dont riff Listen to my gear shift I'm blastin, outlastin Kinda like Shaft, so u could say I'm shaftin Old English filled my mind And I came up with a funky rhyme LL Breakdown!!! Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radio HUUUH!!! I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw? But now I got a new tour I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin pain Lettin you know that you can't gain, I maintain Unless ya say my name Rippin, killin Diggin and drillin a hole Pass the Ol' Gold Shotgun blasts are heard When I rip and kill, at WILL The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand that I'm not your average man when I got a jammy in my hand DAAAAAM!!!!! Oooooohh!! Listen to the way I slaaaaay, your crew Damage UHH damage UHH damage UHH damage Destruction, terror, and mayhem Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him Farmers What!!! Farmers What!!! I'm ready we're ready!!! I think I'm gonna bomb a town get down!! Don't u neva, eva, pull my lever Cuz I explode And my nine is easy to load I gotta thank God Cuz he gave me the strength to rock HARD!! knock you out, mama said knock you out |
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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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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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Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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Keep it chickenhead,I'm lookin for a dime
Get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, I'm lickin on your ankle Bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, I'm nasty ask me Why I lick my lips so in the darkness I can run my tongue over your tits Its all good sugary,you ain't leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow Even whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the map I put away the gat,took off the hat, throw ya mo's in the air if you like it like that No doubt boo,I keep it real girl, mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world Whatever's clever I got endless cash, trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths [Chorus] I'll be loungin' with LL Cool J I'll be loungin' with LL, hey hey Uh,my scenario is grand,a dime piece,hennessey up in my hand I turn out the lights like teddy,I'm feenin', standin' in the darkness, now I'm ready Oh yeah up in ya,let it flow while I pump slow,then I speed it up, heat it up Make it mo' tasty,so you can swing low and lace me Use your imagination,you do me,I do you,sex education Its all good, it's cranberry absolut, peach shnapps, feelin' tipsy, loungin' on the rooftops I'm 'bout to spank you on dat ass(ooh) I know you love it when it lasts(true) when You need it who you ask (you) what you sayin' when I dash (dont go boo) [Chorus] You got to bounce wit me suga,word up,you got to bounce wit me suga,worda Worda, word up Warm it up sugar, make it hot, shorties'll swarm, make me want to bust shots,we Speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular Shoot down to Jamaica, pretty white sand, suntan oil, pina' coladas in my hand Laying up at night, peepin' at stars, remember, when we was at the club in the bars? I told ya my status was that of a don, you thought I was a dog and you ain't want to Get it on, but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young lady So here you are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it gets Word up,I'ma treat you like a queen from the heart, crack the bubbly, and let the Episode start. [Chorus] |
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I've been watchin' you from afar, for as long as I can remmeber You are all a real man can need and ever ask for this is love this is more than a crush It was all ....(up at Rutgers) I saw with your man smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that so skated off, as you strolled off looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine) I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision If his love is real he got ta handle competition you only knew about 5 months (that's right) besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you looking at my own eyes in the rear view cathchin flash backs of our eye contact wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back i would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears I can't believe it, I hadn't had a crush in years Chorus (2x)hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday your man must think its safe for you to travel that way but i don't want ta violate your relationship so i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip still he can't stop me from having day dreams tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream kissing on your thighs in the moonlight searching your body with my tounge girl all night I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality Our love would come down so naturally we would walk down the isle of destiny what your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared break ya off a little chump change to do your hair that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs but there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead Hey lover CHORUS Last week I saw ya at the mall standing at the pay phone bout to make a call I had a vision it was me on the other end telling you come by and then you walked in I touched you gently with my hands we talked about traveling the distant lands escaping all the madness out here in the world becomin my wife no longer my girl then, you let your dress fall down to the floor i kissed you softly and you yearned for more we experienced pleasure unparallel into an ocean of love we both fell swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss fantasies interchanging with each kiss undying passion unities our souls togehter we swim until the point of no control but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true we never even spoke and your man (still) love you so I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside keep my dreams alive until the right time CHORUS |
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