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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 since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda so I put on my kicks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Signed some autographs for a posse of
Said, "It's L, baby, I down with Chic"
We conversated with the for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my and the freaks slammed the door

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

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

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

Went up to White for a chocolate shake
Thinking 'bout a 100'000 I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my
hit the table and he made up a beat

Kicked a few lines, stepped out the
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 7:30 and the was at nine

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

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse", 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 ain't nursery rhymes"

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

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

"I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey,
I'm not a toyboy but I still play
Promise you, I'm not wack I'm in the sack
After that I you starving for me to come 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 rolled to the jam I saw the on line

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

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