Lyrics:
by your grace that I'm even here
So, how can I keep it hot?
*beat comes in* Like this...
[Singing]
M - my masterpiece, monumental
O - outstanding
your boy here
We hot like June, gon' drop real soon
Let 'em know that Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side,
I'm a young
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump
and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump
when I'm in the booth
Treat them like the NFL, how I drop niggas
I put 'em on the exempt list
Take 'em off the track if they ain't earned it, that's
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
I will be forgetting you each
Day and every hour
Bro, this beat is simply retarded, yo
Sound like it came off the
Hey Ricky Ricardo show
Lucy
fact
Bad Lucc was my favorite about the group
Then?Problem? took off
Another Compton native
We both Compton niggas
But Compton still ain't made it
By
Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13
My name is LL Cool J
AKA the GOAT
R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh
I told y'all
You said you'd never ever break, down
But here I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, ever play, to crowds
But I've seen
and let me go by
In my roadster
My red hot roadster
I'm running Whitewall slicks and big bad wheels (big bad wheels)
And coming off the line, you know
blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G-A, livewire nigga, holla back!
All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike
(Hevin)
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool
and ham, bread and jam, what a cram
But him, we couldn't ram, though we tried our level best
For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not
It went
Well, I've got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonie-rat buddy for a year in 'Nam
He said, I think my country got a little off track
Took
Well, I've got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonie-rat buddy for a year in 'Nam
He said, I think my country got a little off track
Took
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
Originally performed by mc5
Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby.
Cause we all got in tune and when the
Dressing
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
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