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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

to the kitchen 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 'cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, off, put on the Denim cologne
I called up Earl on the telephone

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

Rewound some tapes of Def Jam tunes
As I for this freak to ring my bell at noon
12 came, left the door 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 Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me taste tongue?"

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

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

some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I down with Chic"
We conversated with the skeezers for 10 more
Then I jumped in my 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
smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't my autograph's on his wife's 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 only 18 making more than your

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

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

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

L.L. Cool J will soon at a jam
With thousands of screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a plus a half 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 that made Jay play
I said, "No to rehearse", then I made my approach
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, feel you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and these nursery rhymes"

"And I know that you adore my side hardcore
Check out the L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you gonna need it"

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

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I still wanna
you, I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After I leave 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 on line

a trip 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 bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I up like crust

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