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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'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I reached for a since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

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

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

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

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

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

My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the
Did it so hard I went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we 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 girlies sex, the fellas try to plex
But those who end up with broke necks

Signed some autographs for a posse of
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 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
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at
But he don't my autograph's 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 making than your pops

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

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

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since tonight is a 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. Cool J will soon at a jam
With of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a hour a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie my perfect match

Her name was Renee, her face was
But she had the body that made Jay wanna 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 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 and these 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, tell boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress 'cause you gonna need it"

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

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

"But in the meantime, put your digits
And the time I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
I rolled to the jam I saw the crew 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, 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 time to rock"
Told Cut Creator the order would be
I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the scream
And the very moment I woke up from the dream