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

Woke up at 9:30 on a morn'
my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

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

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

He me 'bout a jam that I could do later 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 then I brushed my beard

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

Put her on the rack, threw my [Incomprehensible] 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 I shoulda went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

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

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

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people think I do
They don't know I'm 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 all the washed up slobs
of rap so to hell with the mob
Don't run from the cops, making suckers
And I'm only 18 making more than your

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

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

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

L.L. Cool J will stand at a jam
thousands of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a hour a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie my perfect match

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

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

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

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

"But in the meantime, put your digits
And the next time I see ya I'm to town"
Stepped from 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 is my cage
I rip, and crush, heavy metal bands rust
Them knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

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