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

Woke up at 9:30 on a morn'
Hemmed my control, turned my stereo on
I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the kitchen and ate cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut breaks
With hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut Creator's

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

He me 'bout 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 glass then I brushed my

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

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

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

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

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

Due 'cause I'm a people think I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a 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 iced all the up slobs
Vigilante of rap so to with the mob
Don't run from the cops, making suckers
And I'm only 18 making more your pops

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

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

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since tonight is a 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 was at nine

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

Her was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the body that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse", then I 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 for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and ain't nursery rhymes"

"And I know that you my sure side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. closed doors
So tell your you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you ain't gonna it"

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

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

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

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

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