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"Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling)"

"Jingling Baby (Remixed But Shill Jingling)"


(And you say New York City...) [2x]

[Chorus:]
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby. [4x]

Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice);
and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real.
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel.
He's so-so, I got the instinct.
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...

[Chorus 4x]

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face!
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul.
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt.
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch.
Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch.
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But I know why: you ain't had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
dance to my remix single...

[Chorus 4x]

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think,
cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink.
And tried to run down that, I can't get over that
garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son.
I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'.
Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad...
(Word to the mother!)
Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker,
and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
lemme see your earrings jingle...

[Chorus 4x] ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
[Chorus 4x]

Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B.
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice,
but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice.
Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin',
you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'.
You know you can't create and get mean like this;
when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH!
When it's all over, said and done, my friend,
they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again."
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop.
I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... [laughter]

[Chorus 8x]
(And you say New York City) [4x]
[organ instrumental]
 
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"Jump On It"

"Jump On It"


[Talking]
Uh, uh, uh-uhh, no doubt baby, no doubt baby
No cut... pure raw.... We, we sold out
You bought more!

[Verse 1]
It was meant to be
Hip hop died, reincarnated through me
Now the promoters gotta double my fee
‘Cause these pop melodies ain't fuckin' with me
Get back on your tour bus roll some rockly
Hell your crew twisted in the hoes not me
Hell through shit and the game in my speed
‘Cause water down hip hop we do not need
Yes sir, I got the real recipe
A little bit of old E and bon bon Z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That’s not an album, that's a frisbee
Tangle with LL boy that’s risky
Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey

[Chorus]
(Jump on it! jump on it!)
When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown
(Jump on it! jump on it!)
Tell them boys over there get down or lay down
(Jump on it! jump on it!)
I got the house of pain for your little pop clown
(Jump on it! jump on it!)
Don’t get it criss cross we’re taking over the town

[Verse 2]
Roll up on your set pull out the 4 pound
Who's pitching out here blast them off the map
The game got us bored, no rebounce
Claims he’s hardcore how he sound
My radio's a bunch of noise in the background
For a factory manufacturing pop clowns
That's what happens when LL ain't around
The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns
DJ suffer while sarada goes round
That's shit's you screaming? got the real nigga creaming
Where's the fuck the hip hop, we’re out here fiending
Watch a program directed in the bin and
Went from cruss group to a boy band screaming
When the shit come under the car I ain’t leaning
I need shit I could bump the brim creaming
I tell you what, play my shit, call it even

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
What y’all want, no cut!
What y’all need, pure raw
What we do, we sold out
All because.. you bought more!
No affects on my voice, that’s my choice
Hard raw beat make a soft voice moist
Get the dinero bring the heat like Jon Voight
Timbaland music, Fuck whole royce!
Hit you in the head like a fat ass joint
Back to the S’s big meat in Detroit
L so perceptive shrud in the droit
Bad motherfucker, now you get the point?
 
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"Kanday"

"Kanday"


[ VERSE 1 ]
I met this new girl with big juicy lips
And nice round hips, I mean her body's a trip
And when I go over her house, you know what I like?
The way she tells me "take it off" and never says "syke"
Yo, I'm never in need, she's feedin my greed
She never waits for me to ask, she takes the lead
Her tongue is sticky, and hickeys are her specialty
E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me
Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don
You're mad and I'm happy that she put me on
I'll never leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good) -->[James Brown]

[ crowd ]
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)

[ VERSE 2 ]
Now & Laters gum drops, jellybeans
Brothers beg for the leg, she's on the cheerleading team
It feels wicked, everytime I stick it, that's right
When we're alone she never ever acts polite
Hey yo, she blows me kisses, she does my dishes
I wished I bust two and she grants my wishes
She's clever in bed, she uses her head
She's the kinda girl that keeps a fat man well fed
Left to right all night, the chick's outta sight
I broke my lamp shade in half because I don't use a light
Man, she's juicy like a berry, chocolate with the cherry
Ask me if it's good and I'll have to say very
Wouldn't leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good)

[ crowd ]
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)

[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm feelin gooder than good, if you wouldn't I would
If you could, I know you could, she's kickin back in the hood
When she starts to get off she can knock off a cough
I know 'cough' don't rhyme with 'boss', but she made me her boss
She's the talk of my room whenever I'm in my room
My little brother loves her more than his favorite cartoon
Her body's bad, the girl's built, skin like silk
Wet, steamy and warm just like a hot cup of milk
She's all the way live, keeps me satisfied
I don't go outside, I like to stay inside
Her ways are like a angel, with bright white wings
And I'm crazy 'bout the way Kanday shakes her thing
Wouldn't leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good)

[ crowd ]
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
Whoooo!
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)

[ VERSE 4 ]
Ooh, you couldn't imagine, I'm lickin my lips
If she was tea I'd take a sip, when I'm in gym I do flips
I'm in love with the pizznoot, it's proper as hell
I'm hittin harder than hard, always makin her yell
She's cooler than an iceberg, word to the mother
In the house, down the steps and under the covers
Right away, no sation, or frontin, or playin
Or delayin, I'm never steppin off, I'm always stayin
Her mother knows me well, father hates my guts
He don't know when we're alone she's always feelin on my niggy-niggy-nuts
For a snack, cornflakes, crackerjacks
Day after day I try to break that back
And man, oh man, damn, you can't and I can
Last time I saw her with man I had to shake almost hands
I said "what up", he said "what up", "I took your girl, so what up?"
Gotta walk on the ground with a hole to fill up
All the boys laugh about her, Darryl and Dewayne
Bobcat and Earl, but they must be insane
Michael Spelling's on my side, and big Chuck the Grease
She's my private freaky deak, my own personal skeez
Wouldn't leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good)

[ crowd ]
Whoooo!
(Who I feel good about?)
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
Whoooo!
(Real good, knowwhatImsayin?
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
(Candy sandwich, knowmsayin?)
Whoooo!
(Chocolate, vanilla)
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
Whoooo!
(Sweet like a strawberry, knowmsayin?)
About Kanday
(I - feel - good)
 
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"Life As"

"Life As"


Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon
Blood drippin, slippin off my planet
Man, the panic, funkmode
Mechanical mix flows competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin em how I gets down

[Chorus:]

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
[repeat]

Triggedy, sky high like a kite
God diggity, every other cloud's blue
Puff on a, yeah, puff on a
Bring it on, off, on, baby one-two
Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep
Right around the corner is the land of regret
When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on
till the... nothin normal bout my songs

[Chorus x2]

LL Cool, J jazzy jewel
Takin dime pieces to the real school
I got em on nations buckin like fools
Pitbulls fightin over streets I rule
Catch it if you can when it's hot ta hit'cha hand
Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the flair, man
I can do division, baby I can do math
Multiplying fractions now ya know the half
Knuckle games played, must pack steel
Oh yes I'm livin like real
to the highest extent, bloody clothes doin battle
til the death of my foes, it's my show

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Like A Radio"
(feat. Ryan Leslie)

"Like A Radio"
(feat. Ryan Leslie)



[Intro]
"I'd like to make a request"
What'chu wanna hear baby? Ah-hah
Aww man
Uh-huh [3X]

[LL Cool J]
I keep the ass poppin like the locks on a Benz
After the afterparty we'll be gettin it in
Pause for a drink then we cuttin again
I be your babysitter when I'm tuckin you in
Let it ride, no hands, then touch it again
Play DJ on that ass, bump it again
Rotatin bed, watchin it spin
Your the lyrics I'm the beat, I'm killin this blend

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I'ma touch your little button, I'ma flip the switch (ay!)
I'ma turn you on like a ra-d-io
Turn the lights out, plug me in
Come and turn me on like a ra-d-io

[LL Cool J]
I request her at night, she's my favorite song
I'm the station, and the only one she cum on
Heavy rotation, all night long
Rap to me baby, turn my mic on
I kill it like Summer Jam when I perform
Treat your body like a stage, jump right on
I got your spot packed, tight as my song
Hands in the air, spotlight on

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[LL Cool J]
(What's my motherf'n name?)

[Interlude 2X: LL Cool J]
L, L, Cool, J
Nobody hot as me, no, way
I keep heat for y'all, all, day
I'm lockin down the game like Rah-way

[LL Cool J]
Ass like a turntable goin round and round
Cuttin it and scratchin it and rubbin it down
You was hatin on the bars but you lovin 'em down
You assumed I was soft - I'm thuggin it, WOW!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Interlude]

[LL Cool J (Ryan): repeat 2X]
Like a turntable goin round and round
(I'm turn you on like a radio)
Like a turntable goin round and round
(Come and turn me on like a radio)

"I'd like to make a request"
Aiyyo Ryan! This like the number one requested most
[laughing] most requested, hahaha
She loves this song!
 
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"Live For You"
(feat. Brad Paisley)

"Live For You"
(feat. Brad Paisley)



"How y'all feel out there?" - [Run]
"...Aw yeah!" - [D.M.C.]

[Chorus: Brad Paisley]
No matter how you feel, where you are
Just know that I love you, girl I do
They try to say I wasn't good enough
But I swear you won't find another
Just know that I love you, girl I do
I live for you

[LL Cool J]
You're in every breath that I take
Every dream that I dream, every move that I make
My love never sleeps, every moment it's awake
My heart shines like moonlight on the lake
My soul was in prison but you helped it escape
Toned down the ego, mimimize the hate
You add to the magic I was put in to create
You make my vision clearer when I can't see straight
Show me parts of my life that I need to eliminate
Yet and still so many times I didn't demonstrate
the love that I feel, I wasn't bein real
I did so many things you wouldn't appreciate
I was a little naughty, I saw your heart break
Still you was there for me, I never had to wait
So from this day forth my heart's a clean slate
Write what you want just leave your name and date

[Chorus: Brad Paisley (LL Cool J)]
No matter how you feel, where you are
Just know that I love you, girl I do (I do)
They try to say I wasn't good enough (They said it)
But I swear you won't find another (You won't, eh-ha)
Just know that I love you, girl I do
I live for you (I do, I live for you)

[Interlude: Brad Paisley (LL Cool J)]
Ohhhhhhh, ohhhh-ohhhh, ohhhh - for you girl (Girl, we gon' live it up)
Ohhhhhhh, ohhhh-ohhhh, ohhhh - I live for you (I live for you)
Ohhhhhhh, ohhhh-ohhhh, ohhhh (And we gon' live it up)
Just know that I love you, girl I do
I live for you

[LL Cool J]
Baby girl, when you're standin on this big rock flyin through space
Havin experiences we could never replace
Deep scars on our hearts that are hard to erase
A thorn in your side, I can see it on ya face
And every time we hug, it hurts in the same place
So you build up walls to protect you just in case
I tried to climb over but I fell on my face
I tried to dig beneath it but I couldn't penetrate
Saw a crack in my wall, that raised the stakes
Bright light shine through, help me to find you
Illuminated the inner divine you
A room with no walls, I can't define you
Too many thoughts to force my mind through
But if it hits the fan, I'm right behind you
or you're beside me, hearts wide open and free
A love is the key

[Chorus + Interlude]

[Outro: LL Cool J]
Knahmsayin, baby? (And we gon' live it up)
Yeah... Gotta open your heart (I live for you)
I had to open mine (And we gon' live it up)
Heh, yeah, yeah.. me too (I live for you)
 
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"LL Cool J"
(feat. Kandice Love)

"LL Cool J"
(feat. Kandice Love)



[Intro:]
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim...my...yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha

[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]

I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears...blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year
But the L still here watch face crystal clear
The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear
Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years
And program directors who fronted they disappear
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs
For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on
I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm)

[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

[Verse 2: LL Cool J]

Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say
'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way
The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga
They send Bentleys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack
Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing...not cool
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)

[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

[Verse 3: LL Cool J]

Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow)
Paparozzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece
Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style
A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild
So when I skate through niggas strain to smile
Peep my profile and my iced-out dial
I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smile
And deuce ass niggas is noodles
And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle
'Scuse my French, "Je m'appelle LL"
I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell
Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell
Hard as hell, big fell, I excel, rock bells (I'm)

[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop
 
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"Lollipop"

"Lollipop"


Uhh, yeah.. mmm, c'mon
You know how long I've been waiting for this
Mmm, you know how bad I want this
(mmm, mmm, mmm)

[Chorus: Girl + (LL)]
Kiss me from (uhh) head to toe (I will)
Oooh baby, I love you so (c'mon)
My sweet love, ain't gon' stop (uh)
I'm gon' be, your lollipop (lollipop)
Kiss me from, head to toe
Oooh baby, I love you so (I know)
My sweet love, ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be, your lollipop

[LL Cool J]
Lolli-lolli-pop-pop, boppin down the block-block
I've been lovin you since junior high, ma you got
Everything I need, everything I want
You're the type of dime a real player wanna flaunt
Lovin them lips and the shape of them hips
When I see you in that whack brother's whip, I FLIP
I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny
I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me
When nights are stormy I be thinkin about your pretty smile, gritty style
But duke got you locked down like Riker's Isle
I wanna break your man off, I can't control it, I'm a hater
Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator
You're the one, the only one
That I would beg, to give me some
Playerism's for life, eternal flossin, proceed with caution
Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in

[Chorus w/ variations]

[LL Cool J]
So ballalistic, mystic, twisted
In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it
Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it
You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it
Red Passion, high fashion
Nobody got to know I'm smashin, I'm sayin shorty
Rock, Miss Thang, playin childish games
Standin on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze
Sweet get to it anywhere you like
On the rooftop, at midnight
The project stairs, I'll be there
Runnin my fingers through your hair
Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic
Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic
Your man'll regret it, when I hit it I'm athletic
Energize your thighs you'll recognize the size
It's epidemic..

[Chorus w/ variations]

[LL Cool J]
When y'all alone in the Brooklyn brownstone
Starin at the high ceiling, what a feeling
Clothes peeling, finally you're double dealing
I'm walkin, he's wheeling, it's unreal when
You got the dime of your fantasies
My lollipop ecstasy's on top of me
Just like I thought, it's a small world after all
I don't care if your neighbors hear us down the hall
Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us?
If you don't tell your girls baby, I won't tell the fellas
If you don't plea, I orchestrated icebergisms
Visions of my lollipop's thick risen, for my wisdom
Plop plop fizzdom, what I give them
Make - yea baby, right there - my new anthem
I love you baby, take it deep deep deep
Deep deep deep, now go to sleep

[Chorus w/ variations]

[LL ad libs to end]
 
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"Loungin"

"Loungin"


keep it chickenhead,im lookin for a dime
get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, im lickin on your ankle
bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, im nasty ask me
why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits
its all good sugary,u aint leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow
even
whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the
map
i put away the gat,took off the hat,throw ya mo's in the air if u like it like
that
no doubt boo,i keep it real girl,mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world
whatever's clever i got endless cash,trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths

[chorus]
i'll be loungin with LL Cool J
i'll be loungin' with LL,hey hey

uh,my scenario is grand,a dime peice,hennessey up in my hand
i turn out the lights like teddy,im feenin', standin' in the darkness,now im
ready
uhh,ooh yeah up in ya,let it flow while i pump slow,then i speed it up,heat it
up
make it mo' tasty,so u can swing low and lace me
use your imagination,u do me,i do u,sex education
its all good, it's cranberry absolut,peach shnapps,feelin' tipsy,loungin' on
the rooftops
i'm 'bout to spank u on dat ass(ooh) i know u love it when it lasts(true) when
u need it who u ask (you) what u sayin' when i dash (dont go boo)

[chorus]

u got to bounce wit me suga,word up,u got to bounce wit me suga,worda
worda,word up...

warm it up suga,make it hot,shorties'll swarm,make me wanna bust shots,we
speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular
shoot down to jamaica,pretty white sand,suntan oil,pina' coladas in my hand
layin up at night,peepin' at stars,remember,when we was at the club in da
bars?
i told ya my status was that of a don,u thought i was a dog and u aint wanna
get it on,but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young
lady
so here u are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it
gets
word up,i'ma treat u like a queen from the heart,crack the bubbly,and let the
episode start.

[chorus]
 
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"Loungin' (Who Do You Love Remix)"
(feat. Total)

"Loungin' (Who Do You Love Remix)"
(feat. Total)



[LL Cool J]
How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream
Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
but he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya dove
Neva knowin that his woman is in need of love
You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit rocks
Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot
Makin love, Duke is weak then he fallin asleep
You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chanel on your feet
Hot sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh

[Chorus: Total (repeat 2X)]

Who do you love (I wanna lounge wit you)
Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do)

[LL Cool J]
Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
Can't protect treasures when its in a glass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn that ass out
Full blown, frontin in the 6 wit the chrome
Yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me
Just because you blessed wit cash
doesn't mean your honey won't let me finesse that ass
So see the moral of the story is a woman need love
The kind you so-called players never dreamed of
You gotta try love, can't buy love
If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You still fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand
See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown
Rock roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
I got em smokin beanies, modelin bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin shorty all the tools that you neva learned
Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone

[Chorus]
 
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