LL Cool J

[fox69]

"The Bristol Hotel"

"The Bristol Hotel"


[Verse 1]

I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt
You give her twenty dollars and you can do work
She'll take food stamps and a traveller's cheque
Because her hair and her face and her life's a wreck
She wears a bright blonde wig, some high heeled pumps
She's down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump
She's a hot little momma and she works every day
If you wanna pay to play, here's where she stays
She's at the...

[Chorus]

(Bristol Hotel) Room 515
(The Bristol Hotel) Where that at? (Jamaica, Queens!)

[Verse 2]

I seen her standin' there, slutty as could be
Offering the putty for a itty-bitty fee
Every red light she'll come over to your ride
Or she's standin' in the doorway tellin' you to come inside
The Bristol Hotel, cos it ain't no thing
And her meat tastes better than Burger King
Japanese executives in three-piece suits
Glasses all foggy when they come in the place
The girlies in the Bristol, they're all in cahoots
He fell asleep and got robbed, and cold chumped his face at the...

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse 3]

Party people check the story cos the story is ill
It's the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill
They went inside the Bristol on a Saturday night
Harold was cool but Bill felt uptight
The girlies made attempts but Harold played it cool
"Never ever rush, that's the golden rule
I been comin' to the Bristol's ten years of my life
A-yo, what the hell? Yo, man that's my wife!"

(The...)

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse 4]

You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a kind
And if you know her good enough she won't make you stand on line
She'll let you inside, make you pay for the ride
Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody died
You say "What the heck", because you already paid
Not knowin' that the guy that went before you had AIDS
Bang bang boogie, she was so amusin'
Next week you're at the clinic gettin' blood transfusions
At the...

[Repeat chorus]

(The Bristol Hotel) [till fade]

 

[fox69]

"The Do Wop"

"The Do Wop"


L.L. Cool J
Servin em well
And as you all know..
I AM - HARD - AS HELL

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks
Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blast
Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast
Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot
So I stayed there a hour, cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologne
Then I called up Earl on the telephone
He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on
10 g's plus a limo for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnfying glass, then I brushed my beard
Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon
12 o'clock came, left the door crack
The freak walked in, a mink on her back
Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me taste your tongue?"
My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail
Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride
Went up to A.J., in my fresh black wheel
I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a meal
The girlies want sex, the fellas try to plex
But those who flex end up with broke necks
Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic"
Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the door
Due cause I'm a gangster people think I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
L.L. has iced all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap, so to hell with the mob
Don't run from the cops, makin suckers jock
And I'm only 18 makin more than your pops
Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said 6:03
Said 'later' to Creator and broke out with E
Went up to White Castle for a chocolate shake
Thinkin 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
E-Love hit the table and he made up a beat
Kicked a few lines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was almost 7:30 and the show was at nine
L.L. Cool J will soon stand at a jam
With thousands of people screamin, "Touch my hand!"
But since I had a hour plus a half for tat
I was searchin for the cutie who's my perfect match
Her name was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl, but you need a new coach"
Said, "My name's L.L. - Cool, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feel you grind
Cause it ain't 5th grade, and these ain't nursery rhymes
And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the real L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk dress,cause you ain't gonna need it
Unplug your clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or more you hear me say, 'That's right!'
Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make love you can call me daddy
I'm L.L. Cool J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy, but I still wanna play
Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I leave you starvin for me to come back
But in the meantime, put your digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm goin to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on line
Took a trip around the side, so I could get backstage
If you call me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust
Walked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks
They said, "L.L., you're runnin late and it'is time to rock"
Told Cut Creator what the order would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the girlies scream
And that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Aahh!

 

[fox69]

"The G.O.A.T."

"The G.O.A.T."


[LL Talking - 1st chorus]
Uhh, Yeah, Hell yeah, Word up
Yeah, Hell yeah, hell yeah

[Chorus]
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time (LL)
The Greatest of All Time (coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The Greatest of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greatest of All Time (LL)
The Greatest of All Time (Cool J)
I'm The Greatest of All Time

[Verse 1]
I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell
Niggas out here talk bout the King of Rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL?
Lemme run it throguht this album, tell Speilberg "Chill"
My jet hit LaGuardia six in the morn
They be waitin in the Bentley when the plane takes on
Straight to the studio dirty - no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour
Niggas know, who about to get all the dough (LL)
Who about to hit all your homes (LL)
Who about to spit all the flows
That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more (We know)
Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?
I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real
Uptown - the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens
Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
East Coast - y'all want it, y'all got it
Look up in my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic
Look outside nigga, my cars excited
Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product
Like ecstacy, my crew's next to me
It's my destiny, to make history
I'm the emperor - Rap King
From the streets of Paris, up north to Sing-Sing
One question: Do I do my thing thing? (Hell Yeah)
Then putcha L's in the air, for the Greatest Rapper All Time
You want that other nigga album
But that nigga bought all mine
So get the realness (uhh)
Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this (uhh)
Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless (uhh)
Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this (uhh)
I'm about to kill this (uhh)

[Chorus]

[(Background) LL]
(LL Cool J is) Break it down
(Hard as)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah [laugh]
Sss, you can't fuck wit me, nigga
Feel it
Fuck wrong wit you?

[Verse 3]
I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill
Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills
You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill
Greatest of All Time, and that's all real
Ain't no reapper could do what I do
Rip ya whole label solo, no crew
Ain't a MC that I can't go throught
And I only have respect for a chosen few
But they could get it too
Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you
I'm the one they call when shit gets critical
The way I conquer the world is spiritual
I'm imperial
Everlasting, the best who ever did it
Holdin the crown down, can't nobody get it
Germany, Italy, France, Japan
London, Africa, bow to The Master - The G.O.A.T.

[Chorus 2X]

LL Cool J is hard as..

 

[fox69]

"The Hustler"
(feat. Mavado)

"The Hustler"
(feat. Mavado)



[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories am told about the hustle
About the hustle, lets go
The streets have to be some people father and mother
Coming from the streets nobody want to hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory

The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle

[LL Cool J:]
I’m the real McCoy
I’ve got games for these baby boys
Like a pack we set these dudes on fire
Cause homie was a thief and a motherfucking liar
These choices lead the Rolls Royces
The 88 gates talking with different voices
From the block to the yard
Straight to the box where we sh*t on the guards
10 years in the same cell
Untold stories that we know so well
Rico running with the bibos
Streets mak’em motherfucking evil
Turn your best friend from the church
Kill his baby mother six blocks from his staple
The streets are lethal
Hold your head up
Your still my people

[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories am told about the hustle
About the hustle, lets go
The streets have to be some people father and mother
Coming from the streets nobody want to hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory

The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle

[LL Cool J:]
These streets ain’t loyal
These snakes will coil you
Right here for you, families separated water and oil
So special like Mavado
That flow so premium like Colorado
Standing in the mirror with his green eyes
Reminiscing about the day black justice died
Baking soda in the water
I got some change and a quarter
Yellow tops on the corner
Shits hotter than a sona
Got us in too deep
Wide open the streets don’t sleep
Remy got a front row seet
But this aint a movie this is yours truly

[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories am told about the hustle
About the hustle, lets go
The streets have to be some people father and mother
Coming from the streets nobody want to hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory

The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle, oh yeah
The hustle

 

[fox69]

"The Intro (Skit)"

"The Intro (Skit)"


[seagulls fly overhead cawing]
[inhaling, exhaling deeply]

I can't believe you didn't know
[laughing maniacally]
Ahhhhhhhhh! Heh heh

 

[fox69]

"The Power Of God"

"The Power Of God"


Somethin real smooth
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin real smooth
Somethin you need to take heed to

A basehead cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way - positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin with the envious thugs
Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God

Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a ???
Doesn't realize I'm rollin with a team
Avengin angels will come and burn
All those who saw, but refused to learn
He has no color, no shape, and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just gettin warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God

Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot
People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin boys and girls
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God

Youknowmsayin
And G is the seventh letter made
Yeah
G is the seventh letter made

The power of God

Yeah

The babies, we gotta teach em, and hold em
Send em to school, so we can teach em, and mold em
Shape em, and make em take form
Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant
This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter, and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein black or white
It's about everybody bein a right
I pulled out my mic, and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God

And G is the seventh letter made
Power of god
G is the seventh letter made

That was just a word to the wise
Uprise
Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together
Cause we as a people
All people
Gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

 

[fox69]

"The Ripper Strikes Back"

"The Ripper Strikes Back"


We just gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too
Word up, Tunnel banger baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative Action

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen
Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire
You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in Todd we trust

[Chorus]

Now break it down for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
Oh I ain't done yet

You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
That's you, yeah nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all MC's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga

[Chorus]

" Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "

 

[fox69]

"This Is For The Love In You"

"This Is For The Love In You"


Talkin bout makin love
[Face]
I will love you any way baby any way
and every way I can
cause I'm that kind of man
I will give you everything baby,
give you more than any girl can stand

Check it
word is bond
born God
check it out
word up son
what's the deal baby
[Face]
I will love you any way baby any way
and every way I can
cause I'm that kind of man, yeah
I will give you everything baby,
give you more than any girl can stand
I'm gonna love you baby, baby, baby, baby
[LL]
I'm talkin about making love in the shower
at least an hour
and let you dangle in my arms
cause love is power
can you feel it sky's the limit
once you reveal it
yout heart was wounded
God sent me to heal it
on a mission aint no stress love
touch you with precision
come on trust me gerl
trow this rock up on your hand
I'll give you the world
hey yo face
on the real
was the honey looking laced

ooh baby baby baby

[chorus]

This is for the lover in you
this ring means I'll always be true
this is how we'll start love anew
this time it's gonna last forever
[Face]
I will love you all the way baby, girl that means
this love will never end
I'll be your lover and your friend
I will take you anywhere baby just say when
and girl I'll take you there
I'm gonna take you baby, baby, baby, baby
[LL]
We're going from Tahiti to France
to Italy in one night
drop top Bentley Coupe parked in the spotlight
and you can drive it laced in all white
I'm wearing triple black
our gear is top flight
trips to Venice
the man of steel when I'm in this
a mach made in heaven
when we blend this
lovers everlasting
in other words endless
hey yo face
what's up on the real
was the honey lookin laced

[chorus]

ladies and gentlemen Howard Hewett
[bridge Hewett]
see I never met a girl no, no
who satisfied my mental and physical thing
when I lay down to sleep and I rest assured
with the thought that you are right
right next to me

[chorus]

you know what I'm saying baby
word is bond
I'm fellin it
no doubt about it you know what I mean
uh lookin hot girl
yeah I'm feelin you boo
you know what I'm sayin I swear
theres a lot of things I wat to do to you
but first ya gotta take tis ring
drop it

So much love between us
I'll be the one to come running
be the one to come running
I'll come running home to you now,
home to you baby
with a woman like you
I don't need to play around
oh, your more then just one woman
you blowin my mind with the love
that you givin
I wanna hear you say it girl just say it
girl everyday

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"This Is Ring Tone M..."
(feat. Grandmaster Caz)

"This Is Ring Tone M..."
(feat. Grandmaster Caz)



[Chorus: Grandmaster Caz (LL Cool J)]
Clap ya hands and to the beat, ya'll
Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the safe
(This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the place

[LL Cool J]
My bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off
Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off
After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off
Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off
I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme
You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind
But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind
Einstein understand, that your third eye's blind
You lack creativity, that's why you don't sign
They calling me a genius, it's about time
I'm like the tattoos on your mama's behind
I bounce up and down, and at the end I'mma sign
And I will humiliate anybody that want it
I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it?

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
It's obvious these clowns don't know who I am
Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam
Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand
No homo, but you probably on the low-low, damn
They call Uncle L, I'm from the north side of Queens
Now you looking at me, like what does that mean
It means I crush you and every coward in between
For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteens
And I don't give a fuck about who's old or young
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone
Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung
Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?
I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point
The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints
The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points
Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my voice

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Run around talking bout I'm twice ya age
But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to explain
Rap game's like a movie, niggas playing the role
But your poker game's too weak, you're forced to fold
All this hating and debating shit, made me cold
Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul
Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole
These niggas is shook like Pinky's ass on the pole
I'm the bridge over troubled water, pay my toll
I'm the rules to the game, you obey my code
I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue
You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad
You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road
Battle anybody, who want it? Let me know
I just had another birthday, nigga, more dough

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"This Is Us"
(feat. Carl Thomas)

"This Is Us"
(feat. Carl Thomas)



[LL Cool J] [Thomas harmonizing in background]
I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up
Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
Uh-huh.. they gon' be like,
"Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made"
Heh-heh.. word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean?
Check this out y'all

I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time
Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds
What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary
I used to say shit like,
"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me"
She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy
I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me?
Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin
Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin
Red lipstick prints all over my drawers
Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore
Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon
Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin
Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released
This is us

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]

You know that I do, the best that I can
But you don't seem to love me no more, no more
I try to please you, and be your man
But you don't seem to love me no more, no more

[LL Cool J]
The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join?
You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins
in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize
Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J
Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime
to put your child through college baby, now have you?
Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through
I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute
Child born with a destiny only God can dispute
Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash
My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass
Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L
so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill
Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell
Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell
The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know
That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'
My dream was to flow and escape the hell below
but the demons in my life set fire to my dough
I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge
like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe
This is us

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario
You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe
When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello
Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"
Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove
Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go
Give me a hug, not too long, give me space
When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face
Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little
If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle
Now kiss my chest, call me Superman
Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band
(?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor
This behavior, should save ya
from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old
half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin
Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me
I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me
I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away
And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?
Chill, relax baby, support me from the background
Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round
complain about, who's tradin ass for cash
If there ain't no trust then just us can't last
This is us, I know you feelin that
Think about that shit, word up

[Chorus]

[Carl Thomas]
Your man, your man, your man
Everything we've been through yeah
All the places we've been yeah
Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha
Ever since you walked all all over me, ha
And even if we bring this back together, ha
You know it won't be the same, no no no no
No no no no no, ha
Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man
Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh
Hooo hooo hooo
Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee?
Whoahhhh..