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L.L. J
Serving 'em
And as you all
I am hard as

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

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

in the shower, it was boiling hot
So I stayed there a 'cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, 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 plus a for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, up and got geared
Got a glass then I brushed my beard

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

Put her curt on the rack, threw my on
Then I 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 the tail
Did it so hard I shoulda went to
She left, Earl came over and we outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

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

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

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

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

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

up to White Castle for a chocolate shake
Thinking a 100'000 that 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
tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I a peek at the time
It was 7:30 and the show was at nine

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

Her name was Renee, her face was
But she had the kinda body that made Jay play
I said, "No need to rehearse", then I my approach
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 here for conversation, I'm here to
Wanna mix it up baby, wanna you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th and these ain't 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 beat it
the silk dress 'cause you ain't gonna need it"

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

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

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

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

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