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

Woke up at 9:30 on a morn'
my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
of hardcore and Cut Creator's fast

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

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

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

Put her on the rack, threw my [Incomprehensible] on
I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank 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 shoulda went to
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 on the corner trying to scrape up a meal
The want sex, the fellas try to plex
But who flex end up with broke 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
I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the door

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

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

Tormentor of and boyscout boys
And I dare any to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
later to Creator and broke out with E

Went up to Castle for a chocolate shake
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 tonight is a I'm in the mood for more
We in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was almost and the show was at nine

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

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

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

"And I know 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 dress 'cause you ain't gonna need it"

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

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

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

Took a trip 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
flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

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