Lyrics:
I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy, but I still want to play
Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I leave you
the juice, why you think they call me Juice
Five hundred dollar shots, you might wanna mix it with juice
In the Rolls or the Benz, bankroll full of bands
they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I
what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said, he said,
"Real quick boy, let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude I used to know real
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
Gimme that '94 Puff shit, Ali
I'm so appalled, Louis Vuitton draws
The shit, a booth for me is a bathroom stall
If you're not fond of me, you
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come
the preacher
I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you
Robin Leach, uh, that's how we ballin'
You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter
the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I seen them trying to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!
Khaled mix 96er, but even back
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
To not go and be seen and just go and be me
And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it
Every CD, critics gave it a three
Then three
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
I'm thinking about Miami right now
They still don't believe you
When you say you ain't fuckin' nobody
But me (We got London On Da Track)
They
a problem That I can't fix
Cause I can do in the mix
It's not a problem That I can't fix
Cause I can do in the mix
Everyone will see that you're down with me
stop believing you in love with me
Girl, our love is dyin'
Why did you stop tryin'?
I never been a quitter
But I do deserve better
Believe me, I'm
drown in the bubbly
You could be anything you wanna be
'Cept the person you don't wanna be
Let him hate let em love
Wondering if everybody still like
(for P.Y.)
Here I am: "Hometown Boy Makes Good"
Writes one critic.
All my childhood I lived
By the blue Pacific.
Anytime that reality
Makes me
the legacy
It's some niggas still alive but in my eyes they
Dead to me but I forgive and I forget and now they distant memories
I can't deal with the fact
This is a test
Of the boogie down production
Prevention against sucka MC's
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed
And besides you need this
You know how church folk can be
Boy I'm your sister, trust in me
Mm
Now hold on
Maybe she's gone
No
Maybe we
you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
Not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring
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