L.L. J 'em well And as you all I am as hell
Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday 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 kitchen and ate some As I bop to a of Cut Creator's breaks With hardcore, heavyweight, blast Connoisseur of and Cut Creator's fast
in the shower, it was boiling hot So I stayed a hour 'cause I like it a lot Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim Then I called up on the telephone
He told me 'bout a jam that I could do on 10 g's plus a Limo for one song So I said, yeah, I was it, hung up and got geared Got a magnifying glass I brushed my beard
Rewound tapes of some Def Jam tunes As I waited for freak to ring my bell at noon 12 o'clock came, left the door The freak walked in a on her back
Put her curt on the rack, threw my on Then I threw in a of the quiet storm We drank Cavern, ate soft 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 went to jail She left, came over and we went outside Jumped in the BM to bust a
Went up to A.J. in my fresh black 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 broke 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 gangster think I do crimes They don't know I'm a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes Some smile, try to call L.L. a at times But he don't know my autograph's on his behind
L.L. has iced all the washed up of rap so to hell with the mob Don't run the cops, making suckers jock And I'm 18 making more than your pops
Tormentor of and boyscout boys And I dare any to call it noise Peeped at the clock, it said Said to Creator and broke out with E
up to White Castle for a chocolate shake Thinking 'bout a 100'000 that I'd make up the snack, jumped up, out my seat E-Love hit the table and he up a beat
a few lines, stepped out the door Since tonight is a I'm in the mood for more We jumped in my ride, I a peek at the time It was 7:30 and the show was at nine
L.L. Cool J will stand at a jam With 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 kinda that made Jay wanna play I said, "No need to rehearse", then I made my Said, "You got a team, girl but you need a new coach"
Said, "My L.L.Cool, if I may introduce But I'm not for conversation, I'm here to seduce mix it up baby, wanna feel you grind 'Cause it ain't 5th grade and these ain't rhymes"
"And I know that you adore my sure hardcore Check out the real L.L. behind doors So tell your buddies you're busy, tell boyfriend beat it Forget the silk dress you ain't gonna need it"
"Unplug your clock, do with the light five 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. Cool J, say hey, I'm not a toyboy but I wanna play Promise you, I'm not wack when I'm in the After that I you starving for me to come back"
"But in the meantime, put your down And the time I see ya I'm going 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, heavy metal rust Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like
Walked in my dressing room and then I four knocks They said, "L.L., you're running late and time to rock" Told Cut Creator what the order be Then I said "Lord mercy" and slapped hands with E onstage, I heard the girlies scream And that's the very moment I up from the dream