Lyrics:
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me and they understand
And I got a woman that
My D.J Jazzy Jeff and Ready Rock C too
The ultimate combination of strength and prestige
My crew holds the key to fun and everything you need
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in
rend mignon
Et elle a kiffé mes locks
J’mets une claque sur son cavu et j’attrape son chignon
Sur mon cou j’veux des rocks
J’ai l’machin dans le froc
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
I've been stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles, and the trumpets play slow
Brighton Rock
It's eleven O'clock
And this town's stone dead
The streets are deserted
Everyone's tucked up in their bed
There's just one place I
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
Something about a dead rock n roll star
Did a bunch of blow and crashed his car
And his dead rock n roll band
Did some blow and crashed their van
I
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
Chorus (2x's)
{Violent J}
Hey lady in the Jaguar
{Shaggy 2 Dope}
How'd you get you so much money
{Boondox}
What u doin' out here, down there, 'roud
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
Who Asked You
[Violent J]
Drank my last cup of dead body stew
Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
Nobody knows what I'm about
Walk around town with
well run dry
But there's water down the road
And I'm only goin' by
If I'm settin' on dead-ready
When my chances come to knock
I'll make it where
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
a j-jack of all trays
Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways
Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package
Serving that cha-cha, that
[Jeff] Let, Let, Let's Go
[Announcer] Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J.
Agent F.P. get on the case
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