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

up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I use the picks
And the floor was cold so I put on my kicks

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

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 Denim
Then I up Earl on the telephone

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

some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to my bell at noon
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 let me taste your tongue?"

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

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

Signed autographs 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 ride and the freaks slammed the

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop
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 than your pops

of toys and boyscout boys
And I any critic to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
Said later to Creator and broke out E

up to White Castle for a chocolate shake
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon
up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
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 was at nine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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