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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 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 tape of Cut breaks
hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut Creator's

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 cologne
Then I called up Earl on the

He told me 'bout a jam that I 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 I brushed my beard

some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to my bell at noon
12 came, left the door crack
The freak in a mink 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 gonna let me taste tongue?"

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

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

Signed some autographs for a of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I down with Chic"
We conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks the door

Due 'cause I'm a gangster think I do crimes
They don't I'm just 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 wife's

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

Tormentor of and boyscout boys
And I any critic to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
Said to Creator and broke out with E

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon
Finished up the snack, up, out my seat
E-Love hit the table and he up a beat

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We in my ride, I took 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 searching for the who's my perfect match

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

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
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 these nursery rhymes"

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

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

"I'm L.L. J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy but I still wanna
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 digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm to town"
Stepped from 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 call me a tiger, then the stage is my
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up crust

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 would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped with E
onstage, I heard the girlies scream
And that's the very moment I up from the dream