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

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

to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
With hardcore, heavyweight, blast
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut Creator's

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

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

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

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

My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the
Did it so hard I shoulda to jail
She left, Earl came over and we went
in the BM to bust a joyride

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

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

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

L.L. has all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap so to with the mob
run from the cops, making suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more your pops

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

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon
up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
E-Love hit the and he made up a beat

a few lines, stepped out the door
Since is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the
It was 7:30 and the show was at nine

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

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

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

"And I know that you my sure side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. behind closed
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you ain't gonna it"

"Unplug your clock, do with the light
After five minutes or more you me say, that's right
Your body is bad and I you got a Caddy
we make love you can call me daddy"

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

"But in the meantime, put your digits
And the next I see ya I'm going to town"
away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I to the jam I saw the crew on line

Took a trip around the side, so I could get
If you call me a tiger, then the is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like

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