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

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my

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

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

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

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

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

My skin got pale, I the tail
Did it so I shoulda went to jail
She left, came over and we went outside
in the BM to bust a joyride

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

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 freaks the door

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

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

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

Went up to White 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
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the
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 since I had a plus a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my perfect

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

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

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

"Unplug clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or 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 but I still wanna play
Promise you, I'm not wack I'm in the sack
After I leave you starving for me to come back"

"But in the meantime, put digits down
And the next I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped 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, the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, metal bands rust
Them knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

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