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L.L. J
Serving 'em
And as you all
I am as hell

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday
Hemmed my remote control, my stereo on
Then I reached for a since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

Walked to the kitchen and ate some
As I bop to a tape of Cut breaks
hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut fast

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I stayed there a hour 'cause I it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the cologne
Then I called up Earl on the

He me 'bout a jam that I could do later on
10 g's plus a for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, up and got geared
Got a magnifying glass then I my beard

Rewound some of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, the door crack
The walked in a mink on her back

Put her on the rack, threw my [Incomprehensible] on
I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me taste tongue?"

My got pale, I wam-bammed the tail
Did it so I shoulda went to jail
She left, came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to a joyride

Went up to A.J. in my black wheel
I'm not a sucker on the trying to scrape up a meal
The girlies sex, the fellas try to plex
But who flex end up with broke necks

Signed some autographs for a of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't with Chic"
We conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes
Then I jumped in my ride and the slammed the door

Due I'm a gangster people think I do crimes
They don't I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a at times
But he know my autograph's on his wife's behind

L.L. has all the washed up slobs
of rap so to hell with the mob
Don't run from the cops, making suckers
And I'm only 18 making more your pops

of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
later to Creator and broke out with E

Went up to Castle for a chocolate shake
'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my
E-Love hit the table and he up a beat

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a at the time
It was almost 7:30 and the show was at

L.L. J will soon stand at a jam
thousands of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a hour a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my perfect

Her was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna
I said, "No need to rehearse", I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, but you need a new coach"

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to
mix it up baby, wanna feel you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th and these ain't nursery rhymes"

"And I know that you adore my side hardcore
out the real L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you ain't need it"

"Unplug clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or more you me say, that's right
Your is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make love you can me daddy"

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I wanna play
Promise you, I'm not wack I'm in the sack
After that I you starving for me to come back"

"But in the meantime, put your down
And the next time I see ya I'm to town"
Stepped away the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on

Took a trip around the side, so I get backstage
If you call me a tiger, then the is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, metal bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like

Walked in my room and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., running late and it's time to rock"
Told Cut what the order would be
I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I the girlies scream
And that's the very moment I up from the dream