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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 for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

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

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

He me 'bout 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 then I my beard

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

Put her curt on the rack, threw my on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet
We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate 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 shoulda went to
She left, Earl came over and we outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

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

Signed some autographs for a of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down Chic"
We conversated with the 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 know I'm 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 all the washed up slobs
of rap so to hell with the mob
Don't run the cops, making suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more your pops

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

a few lines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for
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 soon 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 name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna
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 to seduce
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna feel you
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and ain't nursery rhymes"

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

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

"I'm L.L. J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy but I still play
Promise you, I'm not 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 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 me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I up like crust

in my dressing room and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., you're running late and time to rock"
Told Cut Creator what the would 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