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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 since I don't use the picks
And the floor was cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
With hardcore, heavyweight, blast
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut fast

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

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

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

Put her curt on the rack, my [Incomprehensible] on
I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when gonna let me taste 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 went
Jumped in the BM to bust a

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

some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't 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 gangster people think I do
They know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his behind

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

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

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

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

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

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna
I said, "No need to rehearse", I made my approach
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 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 your buddies you're busy, tell your beat 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
Your body is bad and I heard you got a
we make love you can call me daddy"

"I'm L.L. J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a but I still wanna play
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 digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm to town"
away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the on line

Took a around the side, so I could 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 crumble up crust

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