LL Cool J

[fox69]

"Murdergram"

"Murdergram"


Aiyyo don't go near the speakers

[LL Cool J]
The big showdown the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life and take ya like python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails
First your title now I'm takin your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack
The ripper is back and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J cookies
Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid
Don't ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or Baltimore
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video, here's the real smoothing
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin?
I play "crushable", "late night craps"
You only knew cause ya onto your raps
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channel 31 and but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little fake
It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a baby bottle son
Some say they ain't but I am the one
The slice is that the fire boy it'll break ya
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he could move a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none last
cause they ain't sable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper cables
So plug me in and put me on
I'm serial hard so I can battle amore
from coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
Listen ansd we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no more
Let's get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a dead maggots
crawlin all over my name I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old town
Just kick back I don't like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
You can't handle the format
Whether you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the thunder
You get cooked I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marley (Whassup?) spill the time
(Nah man, just kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence
Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submission
I'm gettin busier than ever before
Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a pack-jam
Video is poppin over a Batman
Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the murdergram

 

[fox69]

"My Rhyme Ain't Done"

"My Rhyme Ain't Done"


[ VERSE 1 ]
The President woke and he called the Pope
The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope
P.S. the Lord raised Michaelangelo from the dead
So he can make a fresh painting of my head
Then I hung out with a king and a queen
And the queen put me down with her polo team
The way I scored points all around the clock
I had her daughter, the princess ridin my jock
I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard
Then I took a little trip into a deck of cards
The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades
Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade
Then I played cards with the queen of clubs
The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love
As for the queen of diamonds, she don't like men
Because you know that a diamond is a girl's best friend
The double-trouble spade was named the deuce
And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news
There was 52 cards, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[ VERSE 2 ]
Then I took a trip to the center of the earth
I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first
I met these funny little people, they called em skeezers
So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer
Tight leather pants that'll make you grunt
Two nice soft things right up front
The center of the earth ain't got no crime
Just people bodyrockin to the L.L. rhyme
If you're kinda confused to what a skeezer is
It's just a girl who's on my jock cause I'm in showbiz
There was a whole lotta skeezers, I dogged everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[ VERSE 3 ]
Woke up late one afternoon
Realized I was in the world of cartoons
He-Man told me he'd beat me up
Because he thought that I looked like Donald Duck
Then I hung out with Spiderman
He told me he was gonna start a comic strip band
The Incredible Hulk was gonna play the drums
Charlie Brown grabbed the guitar and started to strum
Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone
But Tom & Jerry both said he should leave it alone
Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse
He had two freaks, so we went to his house
Mickey's freak was ugly, but mine was def
So I knocked it off until there wasn't none left
They were cartoon characters, I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[ VERSE 4 ]
Since I'm a good friend of father time
I'm not gettin older as I say this rhyme
I was warmin the stove at the Alamo
Before Booth shot Lincoln I stole the show
I was down with George at the Delaware
But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair
Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull
We made a peace pipe, then we took a pull
Then he brought more leaves from a golden chest
You thought it was tabacco - the shit was cess
There was a lotta great men, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[ VERSE 5 ]
11:33, I swear it's no sooner
I went inside my TV, I met _The Honeymooners_
Ralph wanted me to bust a couple of rhymes
But I had my eyes on Alice's behind
Norton came down right about that time
Lookin in the frigde, so he could swine and dine
Then I said to myself, I should give em a taste
So I pulled the microphone out my black briefcase
Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow
Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol
Ralph said, "I got a scheme, let me get to it"
"Norton, my pal," I said, "Yo, don't even do it"
They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

[ VERSE 6 ]
Cause my tongue cuts sharp, I hit a note like a harp
Or a harmonica, Veronica, I do my part
In a bedroom with leg room I'm strong like a monsoon
Chilled in Maui-Waui and I carry a harpoon
Stopped at the isle that's Mali, cause we got ill
Wrote my name on a rock at the top of the hill
I searched for other ways, made love in caves
And I kicked the ill beats that make the natives raise
Now I'm gonna tell you what all this means
From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens
There's a lyrical technician who came to play
Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J
All of this is just a story that I made up
Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator's cuts
Some of it's fiction, and some of it's fact
Not another common rap with a heavy drum track
A whole lotta rhymes, and I wrote everyone
That story is over, and my rhyme IS DONE
HUH!

 

[fox69]

"New Love"
(feat. Charlie Wilson)

"New Love"
(feat. Charlie Wilson)



[Intro:]
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yea

[Verse 1:]
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing at that
Instagram my man, le the clown picture now
When he texts 911 don't hit him back
She's getting her box packed, she's not calling black
Like how you worry, you call that
Rock my T shirt, doggy style for dessert
L Cool TSA, rubbing on your skirt
Herm that Berkin, I'm your job – baby go to work
Poppin a old school tape with Red Alert
Let me do what I do, be a trooper, let it hurt
When you say that I'm the best, remember I said it first

[Hook:]
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Thought she bonking, now you in my apartment
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Say hello to night stand, I'm a see you again

[Verse 2:]
Baby your man's through, he don't understand you
Treat you like a dirty van dude, that he ran through
Never ever romantic, no incense or candles
Basically you're too much for him to handle
That's when I came through, baby my aim's too
Make you feel like every dream you ever had came true
Sometimes you know that sometimes you're an angel
Hand up and down, making sounds with your paingrells
You know my style, hitting from all angles
Staring at your arches while your flip flop stable
Nagging me, reminding me to remain true
I ain't going outside, I gotta stay in you

[Hook:]
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Thought she bonking, now you in my apartment
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Say hello to night stand, I'm a see you again

[Verse 3:]
Every time you ask me to get nasty
Chanel's my standard, no bitch you'll never outlast me
Free to be a bad girl even though you classy
Get behind closed doors, sweaty, be trashy
Scream all night til yo wind pipes rasby
You need a leading man, I'm a movie, cast me
Your ex gives me dirty looks when he pass me
See, that's what happens when you swagging on that

[Hook:]
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Thought she bonking, now you in my apartment
There's nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Nothing like the new love
Say hello to night stand, I'm a see you again

Ain't nothing like a new love
Ain't nothing like a new love
There's nothing like the new love

 

[fox69]

"Niggy Nuts"

"Niggy Nuts"


It's for the ghetto..
For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)

[LL Cool J]
Leanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block
Behind the Dolce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots
Frostbit and I'm turnin blue, that's why I'm so hot
Put the hustle down majorly and never get knocked
Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve
Rent the presidential suite out, snatch ya bird
My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky
In the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece splitted
Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted
And my minks is fitted, lyrically I'm sid-dick
Honey frontin when you around, I always hit it
The boss is home, regulatin on chrome
Tell Russell it's line one, LL's on the phone

[Chorus]
Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
(ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!

[LL Cool J]
Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what
Y'all need to do, when I come through, give it up
Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin
Chains might be gold, the joints always platinum
(And rims) always chrome (jeans) always pressed
(Loot) always right (cut) always fresh
(Gear) always dipped (honey) always bangin
(You hot?) Always, my niggy nuts always hangin
Hold it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002 b-boy sound
Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game
You shoulda never tried, to SLIDE in my lane
Guaranteed-to-blow-the-block-up
When-I-ease-this milky white drop up
Wanna bang ya, that's all you need to know
50 deep in Summer Jam, I closed the show

[Chorus w/ variations]

[LL Cool J]
Nuts, y'all, baby - stay flowin!
Hit Big B, tell him bring the Mo' in (bring it in)
Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (all night baby)
Uncut raw, what we give 'em
Hell yes - bounce to the music! (bounce)
When the joint come on, everybody lose it
(This year) leave the bar, hit the floor
Represent, let these clowns know who you are
When it's bangin like this, why stop? (Why stop?)
Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?)
The flow of the century
Got your Belve splashin to the melody, what you tellin me?
This is fresh - 'til the day I die
Leavin momma with a tear in her eye
You was frontin for a minute, now what?
You snapped when the joint dropped

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Neptunes ad lib for a bit]

 

[fox69]

"Nitro"

"Nitro"


[LL Cool J]
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said - well, hell
L can yell or make em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
step aside, you might get fried
by the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
your attention away, from the rest who say
they can mess with Cool J the best of to-day
and best cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
I'ma attack smack and make em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack
to rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give em a gift
that's swift, other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, don't bite, to reach heights
The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
so I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
LL hard as hell, the lyrical lord
The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
my rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
solo, on the microphone
MC's -- don't let me catch you alone
I'm nitro!

Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
You're just a minimum, messin with the maximum
And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wreckin
not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checkin
out the sound you'll find that it's genuine
Bet that you'll rewind this a thousand times
You can taste the bass like it's filet-of-sole
I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
I drop the bomb like I'm in 'Nam and go beyond
the normal boundaries of too much harm
to MC's, but as they say please I freeze
Rhymes like these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I don't understand em
The ones I didn't get, are on a memorandum
Lines I recite are spontaneous
The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous
So pass the crown, bow down and give in
I'm the Prince of Rap, that's how we livin
Settin milestones on the microphone
Empires are overthrown, and I ain't even baritone
No joke I spoke then God stroke
as Job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
Conquered and killed on the microphone
MC's -- don't let me catch you alone
LL's nitro!
Nitro!

Yo, flammable -- like gasoline
Threatening -- like a guillotine
It's like a bad dream when you battle my team
I go to every extreme to make MC's scream
I'm clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
with whoever, whenever, I never
ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
I'm so nice yo, flowin with the maestro
Murderin and hurtin MC's because I'm nitro
The earthquakes'll kill snakes and fakes
You can't flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks
Now that we're straight and that's clear
watch all the big mouths - dissapear
Disintergrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devestate you all
There's no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
be on the lookout, LL made a comeback
Full of power, I'ma devour
I stand tall as a tower, I won't allow a
MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, M-C's
On the microphone, I'm nitro!
Nitro!
Yo (funky)

I daze amaze faze blaze and beat em down
Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
Rhymes I write em in, recite em and then slide em in
Order to slaughter comp that start soon as I begin
Total domination, across the nation
Devestation, cut sensation, it's the invasion
of L the Terrible, devestating rhymin wiz
I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is
Slick, I get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The L, L, C, O, O -- L J Period now you know bro!
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what you know
unless you're dumb cause yo I'm nitro-glycerin
listenin and takin notes
Icin enticin and slicin throats

 

[fox69]

"No Airplay"

"No Airplay"


[Intro:]

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out

[Verse 1:]

I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother [BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
It's mother [BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother [BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up thru [BACKWARDS] hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

[Hook:]

And don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother [BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother [BACKWARDS] game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother [BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

[Interlude:]

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo

[Verse 3:]

To whom it may concern on this mother [BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother [BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother [BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

[Outro:]

Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother [BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
mother [BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother [BACKWARDS][BACKWARDS] around
Farmers
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

 

[fox69]

"No More"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"No More"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



We need to have a conversation

I made you, why would I play you?
Trade home, base four, California angel
Swinging a fast bitch, foul out, betray you
When I won't even wanna hit it in a day or two
Straight home I'd run, well, that's debatable
I can't front, I hit a slump all players do
But tough times are minor to a major dude
We all lose sometimes, I call it paying dues
Now you're searching all the clubs for what's available
A year ago, my slot was unassailable
My feast is a famine without you to cater to
If these walls could talk, what would they say to you?

[Chorus:]
Don't understand what we gonna do
But it's like you don't know me
And I don't know you, no more
Not no more!
And it's like damn, how the hell we get here?
No idea, but we're not what we were before
Could it be that I don't love you and you don't love me no more?
That girl don't live here not no more!
Baby, baby,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, that girl no more!

The dining room has an empty chair
The mirrored staircase has an empty stair
House full of company, but no one's here
We singing cheers while we holding back tears
To keep up appearances in front of our peers
We play holiday card tricks every year
Blackjack, poker, make the joker disappear
The ace can't breathe when it's tension in the air
Three clubs in one night, but nobody cares
Cause it's still not a full house without a pair
You tipped your hand, but the text wasn't clear
You're dealing from the bottom queen of hearts, play fair!

[Chorus:]
Don't understand what we gonna do
But it's like you don't know me
And I don't know you, no more
Not no more!
And it's like damn, how the hell we get here?
No idea, but we're not what we were before
Could it be that I don't love you and you don't love me no more?
That girl don't live here not no more!
Baby, baby,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, that girl no more!

Slip in the door, you hold my hopes so
All I hear is love don't live here anymore
We can tear the house down or build some scaffold
We're sitting on a fence, so where you wanna go?
You're the architect of your life, it's your show
You create the blueprint and how the rooms flow
Before you burn the house down, think, take it slow
Even arsonists need a shelter, let me know

[Chorus:]
Don't understand what we gonna do
But it's like you don't know me
And I don't know you, no more
Not no more!
And it's like damn, how the hell we get here?
No idea, but we're not what we were before
Could it be that I don't love you and you don't love me no more?
That girl don't live here not no more!
Baby, baby,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, that girl no more!

 

[fox69]

"No Question"

"No Question"


[Rap:]
Concentrate, listen to me,
while you do me, Should I surrender when you persue me,
You think a man don't have heart and soul,
When a hand's that good, anybody will fold,
It's like poetry in motion,
But the heart regulates the devotion,
Love is floatin' in a sky blue ocean,
Think about it, Feel the motion, young queen, it reminds me of a smoothed
out movie scene,
Two bodies intertwined on the screen, Everybody make love in their dreams,
But this is real, know what I mean?
Passion is the way of the world, Electricity when boy meets girl,
And making love is the key, A burning flame that will last eternally

[Verse 1:]
You should know that I'm here for you,
As long as you see me through,
I would give all I have just to be with you,
Don't you see honey it could be me and you.

[Chorus]
I really look forward to being with you,
When you're not around I don't know what to do,
You give me a feeling that I can't control,
You take my heart and soul
Never Question what I do,
Cause you need me baby and I need you,
so there's no need for ya to have no fears,
Without a doubt I will be here,

[Verse 2:]
Now I know what I want to do,
Everything is all right as long as I'm with you,
Oh don't you understand I don't want to be alone,
Baby don't you know:

[Chorus:]
I really look forward to being with you,
When you're not around I don't know what to do,
You give me a feeling that I can't control,
You take my heart and soul,
Never question what I do,
Cause you need me and I need you,
So there's no need for ya to have no fears,
Without doubt I will be here.

[fade]

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Can Freak You"
(feat. LeShaun, Keith Sweat)

"Nobody Can Freak You"
(feat. LeShaun, Keith Sweat)



[Intro: LL Cool J, (LeShaun), {Keith Sweat}]

C'mon [5x]
{Noooooobody}
(You wanna do this again?)
Uh huh, Uh Huh
(You sure?)
Uh huh, Uh huh
Keep it right there, yeah

[Verse 1: LL Cool J, (LeShaun)]

A lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
C'mon baby, you gotta gimme mine
Whatever I do, I'm garaunteed to shine
I wanna see if your pony is genuine
(Better ride it right, Hi-ho silver to the early light {early light baby}
Slow it down a bit, get your face all yet drown in it)
No doubt, the opposite of '96
(You turn me on sugar lick your lips)
Girlfriend, keep it right there, face down with your hands in the air
(Yeeaaahhh!)
Watch my rocks
What's my M-O?
(Always hot)
As for my flow?
(It don't stop)
Am I good to go?
(Not my loss)

[Hook: Keith Sweat]

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

[Verse 2: LL Cool J, (LeShaun)]

Kitty kat ain't nothin' but skin and bones
You could flip it, lick it, or leave it alone
You could grip, trick it, to each his own
(I'll make your manhood shine like chrome)
What?, you could work me out
(I told you my ex-man turned me out, held me till I melt it down)
Pound for pound I could freal 'em out
Lover zone
(Unplug the phone)
You were out when ya mom and I home
(Stop, I'll shut you down, round and round, round and round)
Work it out now, c'mon, here's your reward
All aboard!
Word up, you can't get up, I'll leave your black cherry all split up, uh

[Hook]

[Verse 3: LL Cool J, (LeShaun)]

(Ooh all that drama sound real good, love to ride you)
Wish you would
(Yeah, but you won't call me back,
man can't take it when it's squeezed like that
I bite back, re-mat, strike that, a real live player won't do me like that)
True, what if I strip for you, dance on the bed while you under my leg
Would you suck your fingers, start to beg, or would you crawl like a tiger
and give me some head
Either way you can have it your way
(Four play all day)
A.K.A. John Mickens, so I won't be trickin'
(We doin it, and doin' it, and doin' it well
but you ain't gettin' shit till I hear weddin' bells)

[Hook (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Not Leaving You Tonight"
(feat. Fitz and The Tantrums & Eddie Van Halen)

"Not Leaving You Tonight"
(feat. Fitz and The Tantrums & Eddie Van Halen)



Farmer's Boulevard

[Verse 1:]
I'll be by your side when the chips are down
I know you had some problems but I'm here now
You'll never be alone long as I'm around
Good hearts don't belong in the lost and found
So I kick up the pieces, erase your frown
And I show my true colors when we paint the town
I hate to hear you cry, I don't like the sound
So my love is turned up, sheets get turned down
I know it hurts now, the drama's the worst now
It's forth in a hundred but love's a first down
A quarterback to come back right now
When a hail Mary works the world, it's like wow
You down for the count, I ain't having it baby
They can all go to hell, I know they callin me crazy
But you're my sunshine when the world gets shady
A toast to the first lady

[Chorus:]
You shouldn't be (you shouldn't be alone) alone (nah)
I'm not leaving you tonight
Love you know, I'm right here
I'm not leaving you tonight
(Fits in the tantrums ha?)
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you tonight
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you tonight

Farmer's Boulevard

[Verse 2:]
Turn yo back on it and the sun still shines
Grapes get old and they turn into wine
The deeper the roots, the stronger the vines
These lines on my face just a sign of the times
You could cry on my shoulder if you're inclined
I used to be a Casanova in the lunch room line
That is more important things occupying my mind
Like being there for you, breathing the air for you
Keep trust false and truth to dare for you
The weight of the world I'm prepared to bear for you
The haters get cynical and call you spoiled
Not knowing about the drama in which you embroiled
The numerous pit falls, the tussle and the toil
The farmer still want me to put seeds in the soil
And here comes the harvest, this part's the hardest
I'm still here in darkness

[Chorus:]
You shouldn't be (I'm still here, baby) alone
I'm not leaving you tonight (And you shouldn't be alone)
Love you know, I'm right here
I'm not leaving you tonight
(Nah nah)
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you tonight
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you tonight

[Bridge:]
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call

[Chorus:]
You shouldn't be (I'm still here, baby) alone
I'm not leaving you tonight (And you shouldn't be alone)
Love you know, I'm right here
I'm not leaving you tonight
(Nah nah)
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you tonight
Go away, baby
I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you tonight

Farmer's Boulevard
Queens