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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
my remote 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 tape of Cut Creator's
With hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
of hardcore and Cut Creator's fast

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

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

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

Put her on the rack, threw my [Incomprehensible] on
Then I 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

Went up to A.J. in my fresh black
I'm not a sucker on the corner to scrape up a meal
The girlies want sex, the try to plex
But those who flex end up with 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 in my ride and the freaks slammed the door

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people I do crimes
They know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't my autograph's on his wife's behind

L.L. has iced all the washed up
Vigilante of rap so to hell the mob
Don't run from the cops, making suckers
And I'm only 18 making more than your

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

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

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

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

Her was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna
I said, "No to rehearse", then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl but you 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, wanna 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 tell 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
After minutes or more you hear me say, that's right
Your body is bad and I heard you got a
When we love you can call me daddy"

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

Took a trip the side, so I could get backstage
If you call me a tiger, then the is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like

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