Artist：ll cool j Songs Title：the do wop Album by: Bigger & Deffer Artist by: LL Cool J And as you all know I am hard as hell Woke up at 9:30 on a saturday morn Hit my remote control turn my stereo on Then I reached for a brush since I don't use a pick And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my kix Went to the kitchen and ate some corn flakes As I bopped to a tape a kut kreators breaks Wit hardcore heavyweight b-boy blast Not soft hardcore kut kreators fast Jumped in the shower it was boiling hot So I stayed there a hour cuz I like it a lot Jumped out dried off put on the devon cologne Then I called up earl on the telephone He said there was a jam that we could do later on Ten gs plus a limo for one short song So I said yeah I was wit it hung up and got geared Got a magnifyin glass then I brushed my beard Rewound some tapes of some def jam tunes As I waited for the skeez to ring the bell at noon 12 oclock came left the door cracked The freak walked in a mink on her back Put her coat on the rack threw my sessmo（ ） on Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm we drank Round hill cabernet sauvignon she said l l When you gonna let me taste your tongue Her skin got pale I wham-bammed the tail Did it so hard I shoulda went ta jail She left earl came over and we went outside Jumped in the b m ta bust a joyride Went up to ajs in my fresh black wheels I'm not a sucka on a corner tryin ta scrape up a meal The girlies want sex da fellas try ta flex But those who flex end up wit broke necks Signed some autographs for a posse a freaks - Said its l baby I ain't down wit sheik Conversated wit da skeezers for ten minutes more Then I jumped in my ride and the freak slammed the door People think I do crimes But they don't know I'm just a conniseur of hip hop rhymes - Stop smilin you think all of the time But he don't know my names on his wifes behind Ll has iced all the washed up slobs Vigilante of rap so the hell wit the mob Don't run from the cops makin suckas chop And I'm only eighteen makin mo than yo pops Tormentor of toys and boy scout boys And I dare any critic to call it noize Peeked at the clock it said 6:03 Said later to kreator and broke out wit e Went up ta white castle for a chocolate shake Thinkin bout a hundred thousand that Id soon make Finished up the snack jumped up out my seat Then hit the table and he made up a beat Kicked a few rhymes stepped out the door Said tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more Jumped in my ride I took a peek at the time It was almost 7:30 and the show was at 9 Ll cool j would soon stand at a jam With thousands of people screamin touch my hand But since I had a hour plus a half attached I was searchin for the cutie whos my perfect match Her name was renee her face was ok But she had the kind a body that made j wanna play I said no need to rehearse then I made my approach Said you got a good team girl but ya need a new coach Said my names ll cool if I may introduce But I'm not here for conversation I'm here ta seduce Wanna mix it up baby wanna feel ya grind Cause it ain't fifth grade and these ain't nursery rhymes Now I know you heard hardcore Check out the real ll behind closed doors Tell your buddies you're busy tell your boyfriend beat it Put up the silk dress cuz ya ain't gonna need it Unplug the clock do away with the light After five minutes or more ya here me say thats right Your body is bad I heard you got a caddy When we make love you can call me daddy I'm ll cool j say hey renee I'm not a toy boy but I still wanna play Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack After that Ill leave ya starvin for me to come back But in the meantime what ya did just now The next time I see ya I'm goin ta town Stepped away from da freak it was a quarter to 9 When I rode to the jam I saw the crew on line Took a trip around the side so I could get backstage If they call me a tiger then the stage is my cage I rip stomp and crush heavy metal bands rust Those flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust 404

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