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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda so I put on my kicks

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

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

He told me 'bout a jam that I 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

Rewound tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for freak to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, left the 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 gonna let me taste your tongue?"

My skin got pale, I the tail
Did it so I shoulda went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we went
in the BM to bust a joyride

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

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

Due 'cause I'm a gangster think I do crimes
don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's

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

Tormentor of and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to call it
at the clock, it said 6:03
Said later to Creator and broke out E

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

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a at the time
It was 7:30 and the show was at nine

L.L. Cool J will soon at a jam
thousands of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a plus a half for tat
I was for the cutie who's my perfect match

Her was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse", I made 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 to seduce
Wanna mix it up baby, feel you grind
it ain't 5th grade and these ain't nursery rhymes"

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

"Unplug your clock, do with the light
After five minutes or you hear me say, that's right
Your is bad and I heard 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 wanna play
Promise you, I'm not when I'm in the sack
After that I leave you starving for me to back"

"But in the meantime, put digits down
And the time I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the on line

Took a trip the side, so I could get backstage
If you call me a tiger, the stage is my cage
I rip, and crush, heavy metal bands rust
Them flaky I crumble up like crust

in my dressing room and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., you're late and it's time to rock"
Told Cut Creator what the would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and hands with E
Went onstage, I the girlies scream
And that's the moment I woke up from the dream