My enemies come and my break-bread's tough But you recognize game from your eyes and walkin' Baby, ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you So I'll
Keith Sweat why? I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll
to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya
is incredible, I do a double take You're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat Quick, I know a place where We can lounge and cool, don
ya comin' baby? This is how I'm comin' The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean Kickin' you for real in the guillotine Fourteen shots to your dome
The act of makin love is Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings I'll
) [LL Cool J] They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow I'll catch a felony on top
I'll be rollin in hoods and sneakers you can keep the suit and ties. No sell out bet ya uncle never dies. Gimme that microphone I'll rip it up
a smash on the DL But every time I did a show my name was misspelled 'Can't Live Without My Radio' drops I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box '
I know you don't wanna hear it man But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man Where's my guns? When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
The wind is howlin' the rain pours down Eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds Lights go out the whole world's in darkness The ground is tremblin', dogs
like section one So you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns Early mornin' light is yet to come And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun Females
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy
the way the bass sound, when I'm underground Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll
it was safe to try and chop me. Run for ya life now here somes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed. So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout boy ya better look
? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? (Cool J, yeah) Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? (Cool J) (LL Cool
it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) (*Gunshot*) (LL Cool J) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots (rare shots
the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown (Chorus: LL Cool J) (Yo
