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

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

Walked to the kitchen and ate some
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
With hardcore, heavyweight, blast
of hardcore and Cut Creator's fast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

L.L. has all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap so to with the mob
run from the cops, making suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more your pops

Tormentor of toys and boys
And I any critic to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it 6:03
Said to Creator and broke out with E

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

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

L.L. Cool J soon stand at a jam
With thousands of screaming, "Touch my hand"
But I had a hour plus a half for tat
I was for the cutie who's my perfect match

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda body that Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse", then I made my
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
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna feel you
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and these ain't rhymes"

"And I know you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you gonna need it"

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

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

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

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

Walked in my dressing room and then I heard four
They said, "L.L., you're running late and it's 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 moment I woke up from the dream