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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the
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
of hardcore 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 cologne
I called up Earl 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 I brushed my beard

some 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 freak walked in a on her back

Put her curt on the rack, threw my on
I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
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 and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

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

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

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of 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, making jock
And I'm only 18 making more than pops

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

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

Kicked a few lines, stepped out the
Since tonight is a I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I a peek at the time
It was almost and the show was at nine

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

Her name was Renee, her face was
But she had the kinda body made Jay wanna play
I said, "No to rehearse", then 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 here for conversation, I'm here to
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna feel you
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and ain't nursery rhymes"

"And I know that you adore my side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. closed doors
So your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you 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
we make love you can call me daddy"

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I still wanna
Promise you, I'm not when I'm in the sack
After that I 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 from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on

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, metal bands rust
Them flaky I crumble up like crust

Walked in my dressing room and then I heard knocks
They said, "L.L., you're running late and 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 scream
And that's the moment I woke up from the dream