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

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

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

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I stayed there a hour 'cause I 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 for one strong 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 freak to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, left the crack
The freak in a mink on her back

Put her curt on the rack, my [Incomprehensible] on
Then I threw in a of the quiet storm
We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me your tongue?"

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

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

Signed some for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down Chic"
We conversated with the skeezers for 10 more
Then I jumped in my ride and the slammed the door

Due 'cause I'm a gangster people I do crimes
don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop 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 washed up
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

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

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate
'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

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

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

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

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

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

"But in the meantime, put your down
And the time I see ya I'm going to town"
away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on

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

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