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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I reached for a brush since I 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 of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore, heavyweight, blast
of hardcore and Cut Creator's fast

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I stayed there a hour I like it a lot
Jumped out, off, put on the Denim cologne
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 strong
So I said, yeah, I was with it, up and got geared
Got a glass then 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 mink on her

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

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

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

Signed autographs for a posse 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 I'm a gangster people 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 all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap so to with the mob
Don't run from the cops, suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more than your

Tormentor of toys and boys
And I dare any critic to it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
Said later to Creator and out with E

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

Kicked a few lines, stepped out the
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the 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 soon stand at a jam
With thousands of screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a hour plus a for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my perfect

Her was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay play
I said, "No need to rehearse", then I 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 ain't nursery rhymes"

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

"Unplug your clock, do away the light
After minutes or more you hear me say, that's right
Your is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make love you can 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
that I leave you starving 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 from the freak, it was a 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 call me a tiger, then the stage is my
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands
Them flaky knuckleheads I up like crust

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 what the would be
I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the scream
And that's the moment I woke up from the dream