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LL Cool J

James Todd Smith (born January 14, 1968), better known as LL Cool J, for Ladies Love Cool James ), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor from Bay Shore, New York. He is known for romantic ballads such as "I Need Love", "Around the Way Girl" and "Hey Lover" as well as pioneering hip-hop such as "I Can't Live Without My Radio", "I'm Bad", "The Boomin' System", and "Mama Said Knock You Out". He has released thirteen studio albums and two greatest hits compilations, including 2008's Exit 13, the last for his record deal with Def Jam Recordings, and currently has a new studio album in the works. He has also appeared in numerous films, including Halloween H20: 20 Twenty Years Later, and currently stars as NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna on the CBS crime drama… more »

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1995

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Intro: 

y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? 
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight 
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it 
You want me to do the hook part too? 
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh 
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up 
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here 
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here 
Check it out 

Verse 1: 

I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots 
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup 
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS] 
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit 
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes 
In the trenches, killin for mere inches 
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha 
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama 
I get more ass than a toilet seat 
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS] 
Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist 
Are-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish 
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons 
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run 
For your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost 
Or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost 
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect 
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet 
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide 
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside 

Hook: 

And don't be gettin no airplay 
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay 
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

Verse 2: 

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess 
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess 
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn 
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned 
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags 
Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags 
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat 
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat 
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya 
When I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya 
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed 
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle 
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross 
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss 
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language 
Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage 

Interlude: 

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin? 
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh 
'cause it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay 
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay) 
I wanna do that one right yo 

Verse 3: 

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test 
I got the zest to clip ya through ya vest 
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud 
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud 
Rollin El's til your brain swells 
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells 
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks 
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax 
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade 
Black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade 
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins 
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again 
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it 
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut 

Outro: 

Ha ha, word is bond yo 
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay 
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond 
Why'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here, 
KnowI'msayin? 
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha 
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin? 
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at 
Mother[BACKWARDS] 
Ha ha, yeah uhh 
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay 
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around 
Farmers 
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right 
Diddere 
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able, 
YouknowI'msayin? 
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], why'knowI'msayin? 
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up 
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

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