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

Woke up at 9:30 on a morn'
Hemmed my control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I use the picks
And the floor was kinda so I put on my kicks

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went up to A.J. in my fresh black
I'm not a sucker on the corner trying to up a meal
The girlies want sex, the fellas try to
But those who flex end up with necks

Signed autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I down with Chic"
We conversated the skeezers for 10 minutes 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 know my autograph's on his wife's behind

L.L. has iced all the washed up
Vigilante of rap so to hell the mob
Don't run from the cops, making jock
And I'm only 18 making more than pops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unplug your clock, do away the light
After five minutes or you hear me say, that's right
body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
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
Promise you, I'm not wack when I'm in the
that I leave you starving for me to come back"

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

a trip around the side, so I could 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 up like crust

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