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L.L. J
Serving 'em
And as you all
I am as hell

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday
my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I use the picks
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut Creator's

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I there a hour 'cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim
Then I called up on the telephone

He told me 'bout a jam that I do later on
10 g's plus a for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, up and got geared
Got a magnifying glass I brushed my beard

some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my at noon
12 o'clock came, left the door
The freak walked in a on her back

Put her curt on the rack, my [Incomprehensible] on
Then I in a tape of the quiet storm
We Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when gonna let me taste your tongue?"

My got pale, I wam-bammed the tail
Did it so hard I went to jail
She left, Earl over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

up to A.J. in my fresh black wheel
I'm not a sucker on the corner trying to up a meal
The girlies sex, the fellas try to plex
But who flex end up with broke necks

Signed autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't with Chic"
We with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks the door

Due 'cause I'm a gangster think I do crimes
They don't know I'm a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's

L.L. has iced all the washed up
Vigilante of rap so to with the mob
Don't run from the cops, making suckers
And I'm 18 making more than your pops

Tormentor of and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to call it
at the clock, it said 6:03
Said later to Creator and out with E

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate
Thinking 'bout a that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, up, out my seat
E-Love hit the and he made up a beat

Kicked a few lines, out the door
tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I a peek at the time
It was almost 7:30 and the was at nine

L.L. J will soon stand at a jam
With thousands of screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a plus a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my match

Her name was Renee, her face was
But she had the kinda body that made Jay play
I said, "No need to rehearse", then I my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl but you a new coach"

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm to seduce
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and these nursery rhymes"

"And I that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you gonna need it"

"Unplug your clock, do away with the
After five minutes or more you hear me say, right
Your body is bad and I heard you got a
When we love you can call me daddy"

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I still wanna
Promise you, I'm not wack I'm in the sack
After I leave you starving for me to come back"

"But in the meantime, put digits down
And the time I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the on line

Took a around the side, so I could get backstage
If you me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, metal bands rust
Them knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

in my dressing room and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., you're running late and it's to rock"
Told Cut Creator what the order be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands E
Went onstage, I heard the scream
And that's the very I woke up from the dream