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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, turned my on
I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the kitchen and ate some
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
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
I called up Earl on the telephone

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

Rewound tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, left the door
The walked 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 Roundhill Cavern, ate soft
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me your tongue?"

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

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

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

Due 'cause I'm a 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 don't know my autograph's on his wife's

L.L. has iced all the 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 pops

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

Went up to White for a chocolate shake
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my
E-Love hit the and he made up a beat

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

L.L. Cool J will soon 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 cutie my perfect match

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

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to
mix it up baby, wanna feel you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and these ain't rhymes"

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

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

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

"But in the meantime, put your down
And the next I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped away the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I 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 metal rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I up like crust

Walked in my dressing room and then I heard four
They said, "L.L., running late and it's time to rock"
Cut Creator what the order would be
Then I said "Lord mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the girlies
And that's the very moment I woke up the dream