Lyrics:
ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow
high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
let's see who's at the bar then
Oh snap the jam is right now
Now the house is jumping B boys acting out
Jackhammer bounce through the dance floor ground
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From
the boss
A.K, Ak Miller Hot Rod, hot wheeler
I'maMilkD top biller,Ice T copkiller
King Kong, Godzilla, not filler, not thriller
I'm a rap bacteria salmonella
(Take that microphone from that kid and heat it up)
I keep the mic hot I heat it up kid
I keep the mic hot I heat it up
I keep the mic hot I
night fishin' down in Cheatham dam
No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas
And the love for summer time and that new hot, hot track
nothin' more, nothin' lesser
We're so hot, take off your sweater
Oof,
Nothin' like a doin' and a toast
Chillin' out by the coast
So hot it'll roast these
rod
Raceline, like a Hot rod
Raceline, like a Hot rod
I pulled out that hot pocket
Oh yeah, that pocket hot
Take off, rocket
Rock it, rock it, hard
Rock
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
sizzlin?
You don't know what that is?
You can't get the party started without that!
Let's do it!
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
My mama told me to stop acting like that
I said acting like what she said acting like a spazz
Put on Air Force Ones, I'm attacking the track
Did not
Like hush don't make a sound
Honey stop that whining now
Damn baby
Text me when you land baby
Apple butter cut let's jam baby
I know that your man hate
off
TASH, got the style that house any beanie bopper
So check the time of clock while I rock the land
"Hey ladies!" tell em whose in this jam
near
Some Saturday mornin' you're in for a treat
Watch the Hot Rods run up and down the street
Take your honey by the hand and head out back
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
night fishin' down in Cheatham dam
No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas
And the love for summer time and that new hot, hot track
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
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