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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a since I don't use the picks
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

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

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

He told me a jam that 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 I brushed my beard

some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I for this freak to ring my bell at noon
12 came, left the door crack
The freak walked in a on her back

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

My got pale, I wam-bammed the tail
Did it so hard I shoulda went to
She left, Earl over 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 end up with broke necks

some 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 in my ride and the freaks slammed the door

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people 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 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, suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more than pops

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

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

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

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

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

Said, "My L.L.Cool, if I may introduce
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 that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. behind closed
So tell your you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress you ain't gonna need it"

"Unplug clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or more you hear me say, right
Your is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we love 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 I leave you starving for me to come back"

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

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

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