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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 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