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

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday
Hemmed my remote control, my stereo on
I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the floor was cold so I put on my kicks

to the kitchen 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

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

He told me a jam that I could do later on
10 g's plus a Limo for one strong
So I said, yeah, I was with it, up and got geared
Got a magnifying glass I brushed my beard

Rewound tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at
12 o'clock came, left the crack
The walked in a mink on her back

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

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

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

Signed some for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't with Chic"
We with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the slammed the door

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

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

of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to it noise
Peeped at the clock, it 6:03
Said later to Creator and out with E

up to White Castle for a chocolate shake
Thinking 'bout a that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my
E-Love hit the table and he made up a

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for
We jumped in my ride, I a peek at the time
It was almost 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 plus a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie my perfect match

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda body 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 for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna you grind
'Cause it 5th grade and these ain't nursery rhymes"

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

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

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I still play
you, I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After I leave you starving for me to come back"

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

Took a trip around the side, so I could get
If you call me a tiger, the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands
flaky knuckleheads I crumble 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 what the order would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and hands with E
Went onstage, I the girlies scream
And that's the very moment I up from the dream