그의 이름 LL Cool J는 'Ladies Love Cool James'를 간추려서 말한 예명이라고 한다. 그도 90년대 성공한 힙합스타이며 주로 로맨틱힙합을 해왔었다. 2008년에 13번째 앨범 'Exit 13'을 발매했으며 거의 20년이 다 되어가는 그의 전속 힙합레이블 데프잼 레코드'에서의 계약이 끝났다. 그는 지금 뉴욕에서 가정을 꾸렸다.
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
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)
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
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
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
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
[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
(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
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
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
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[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
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)
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[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
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[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
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
[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
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)
[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.
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
[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
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
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
Candy featuring Ralph Tresvant And Ricky Bell Of New Edition
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
