LL Cool J

[fox69]

"A Little Somethin'"

"A Little Somethin'"


[LL Cool J]
Here we go - another funky style
Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle"
Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile
To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild
This here part is like section one
so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns
Early mornin' light is yet to come
And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun
Females - let your hair down
Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown
with the funky sound, the razzamatazz
you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast
Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons
Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied
and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone
Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all night long
and all you mothers, bring your kids along

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...)

[LL Cool J]
Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this
funky-like type of stuff
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff
Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs
I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver
Don't stop till you get it on
With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all
Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static
Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic
You were searchin' for the funk and I had it
Here we go - hand over the cash yo
What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco
Work your body like a dime, oh no
Do the freaky-deaky - the whole girls' cargo
Females on the side - we gotta win 'em, yeah
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah
Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber
Makes me sick like an earthquake
So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make
Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house
must be eatin' hardy
And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya
And clinically proven - damn!!
Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz
Get on down, to the sure-shot sound
Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'...)

[LL Cool J]
Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound
Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down
Put ya body in the lost and found
(Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down
What you see is what you get
And all the words who's next to be the teachers pet?
Down-home monkey - corn fed, original
And what you do is up to you, the individual
This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers
with the rebel mentality
Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us?
Skin so smooth lookin' all (???)
Video to video, tape to tape
Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate
Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge
Too many people in the crib
The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy
and yes we are ready to funk it up steady
ain't nothin' here petty
Trip down to your laund-a-ray - I'm ready!!
Hold your horse, and baby feel the force
and get jaws off - no matter what the cost
Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove
Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes
to a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove
I know the Marley remix to make you move

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin'

 

[fox69]

"After School"
(feat. P. Diddy)

"After School"
(feat. P. Diddy)



[P. Diddy and LL ad lib for 19 seconds]

[LL Cool J]
I know a honey named Millie, raised out in Philly
Body so illy she make a grown man silly
A brainiac really she pretend she dilly
Like, "Why you always look at me like that, you feel me?"

[P. Diddy]
There's a girl named Wendy, love black Bentleys
Nails in her mouth, stay tryin to tempt me
She rolls with her sister and they both real friendly
It wasn't like that when my pockets was empty

[LL Cool J]
Shorty named Suzie, not quite a floozy
Let's just say she has a problem bein choosy
Scarf on her doobie when she in the jacuzzi
On the celly with her man, "Love you - I'm at the movies"

[P. Diddy]
Bird named Chyna (baby where you find her)
Uptown, she wrote a map down with eyeliner
Hotness, two or three girlfriends behind her
(On Amsterdam, lay in the lane, dippin despite her)

[Chorus: P. Diddy and LL paraphrasing "Rappers Delight"]
So after school, I take a dip in the pool
Which is really, on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see, the Knicks play basketball
And we talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money
than a sucker, could ever spend
But I couldn't give a what about them cats you with
Get your friends baby, jump in the Benz

[P. Diddy]
I got a judge named Donna, I call her Your Honor
Whylin out with the gavel and the silk pajamas (let's go)

[LL Cool J]
And then there's Tamika, the seargeant gets deeper
She turned the bass way up and wind on the speaker
Girl named Kelly, rhinestones in her belly
Curly red hair, crackin jokes in the telly
Game concealed, a female Machiavelli
Hopin and prayin that I ain't ready for the jelly

[P. Diddy]
What about Asia (major flavor)
Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya
Once again I got 'em catchin the vapors

[LL Cool J]
Mr. Smith bout to get this paper
Paparazzi, pleaase give me a minute
You're pushin me to the limit, I know that I represent it
Be easy!

[P. Diddy]
Tammy, down in Miami
Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
Everybody go - I wanna rock right now
LL and Diddy, we came to get down
Yes we're internationally known
for making movies and the microphone
Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous
You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor

Ask Penny, I call her Good'n'Plenty (why?)
Cause after the show, there's nuttin open but Denny's (oh yeah)
Maybe the waffle house, down South there's many
She fix me a T-bone and take it to the Bentley

[LL Cool J]
Little Shaniqua, from Massapequa
Went and bought a beeper so I could reach her - anyway

[P. Diddy]
When you talk about Diddy and L
You talk about careers that's hard to kill
The whole entire globe recognize the grill
Walkin down the red carpet we're chilly chill!

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
Everybody go - I wanna rock right now
LL and Diddy, we came to get down
Yes we're internationally known
for making movies and the microphone
Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous
You rollin with us? You rollin with flavor

[short ad libs]

[Chorus]

Everybody go..
[LL] Friends to the end baby, y'knahmsayin?
[PD] Got history baby
[LL] Not even, no question about it
[PD] We won't stop
[LL] Yeah never, word up, we keepin this money
[PD] 10
[LL] Oh yeah
[PD] 10
[LL] Rockin with my man, rockin with that Bad Boy cat
[PD] Uncle L
[LL] Rock the Bells
[PD] A.K.A., Black Elvis
[LL] P. Diddy
[PD] Diddy
[LL] Hottest man in the city
[PD] Y'all see it
[LL] Word up, please believe it
[PD] Smile at it, love it, embrace it
[LL] Ahh, grin baby, grin
[PD] Get used to it
[LL] That gettin money smile

 

[fox69]

"Ahh, Let's Get Ill"

"Ahh, Let's Get Ill"


I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather
Last of the red hot lovin MC's
Lookin for a little, that's my theory
It goes quick like lightning, too exciting
Lover of ladies, don't allow biting
Level-headed leader, toy boy feeder
Good love life and a rhyme biter beater
Looking, learning, the one you're liking
Listen and you will love what I'm writing
Ladies love, long, hard and lean
And now you know what L.L. means

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Come on now

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Lightning in the sky, L.L. don't lie
I can hold a larger load than those other little guys
My literature is the land's highest law
The man of the brand, one you look out for
I'm loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker
Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker
Li-li-lis-listen to my rhyme
Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line
Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn't late
The love every little bit of the cuts he creates
First not last, leader of the class, see
From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee
Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearin Lee's
The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E
I bust your lip, my level won't slip
Clockin crazy dollars on the L.L. tip
Come on!

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Come on

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref
When I die, there will be no lovers left
I'm the little girl liker, legendary writer
Let's see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter
My love is long and my lyrics rock loud
Lurkin shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud
I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club
Ladies Love, the man you dream of

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Never ever lost, not lonely or alone
You can call me the last Capone
Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids
Don't need a legal lawyer, I ain't doin no bid
Cause the ladies know my bass is low
Rockin L after L ever since the intro
Liberacce couldn't rock it like the long-legged pro
Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don't eat Alpo
Come on

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

All over the land they listen to my jams
Like a cherry lollypop when you're lickin your hand
I'm poppin and lockin, so I can give you a list
All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff
I love givin em bliss, havin my name on the list
I'm the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless
Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn
Cold laugh cause they don't like it every time I return
Come on

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Come on now

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Come on now

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Sing along now

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

Everybody

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

L.L. Cool J wants you to get ill

[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!

[ repeated until end ]

 

[fox69]

"Ain't No Stoppin' This"

"Ain't No Stoppin' This"


[Laughter]

[LL Cool J]
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Hit it)

[LL Cool J]
Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
catch a heart-attack, cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad cause they said I wasn't bad
No recognition cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stiletto's
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind
That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell"
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta-machine-gun-loose

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
No way, huh, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

[LL Cool J]
Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic-cord
They see LL, they know the brothers' real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel
When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter
There ain't no way they can win
with the band all in, plus the turntable spin
Strip-searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
but there ain't no competition cause I'm on a mission
I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families and anybody with a name
Superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try and come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape-the-box, so forget that

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', huh, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh-uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

[LL Cool J]
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, hah)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, yeah)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)

[LL Cool J]
I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and Gods' my only witness
When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
for the diamonds and pearls
Maker-Mike will remember the time
tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no-one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Uh, come on, hah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

(Yeah, uh, hah, yeah)

[LL Cool J]
I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you
Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current-affairs
Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

[Chorus/Outro: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this
1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this
1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this
1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this
92, what to do?

1993 and all that, infinity, power of God rules

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Nobody"

"Ain't Nobody"


Oh my God, you know

I'm the best when it comes to makin' love all night
Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light
Blaze it up girl, i'm a lace it real tight
Go deep 'til the full moon turn to sunlight
'Til the darkness is gone love remains strong
Like the bond between the child is so worn
'Til the touch, passionate interludes is such
When your gone, your body's what i yearn to clutch
Just imagine ecstacy floatin' in a cloud
Animal attraction burnin' through the crowd
Heaven on earth, paradise for a price
It's cool though, I'll play ya
For the rest of my life, you know why

[1] - Ain't nobody does me better
Makes me happy, makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody does me better
You can take it girl, stop runnin', uh...

I'm explorin' your body and your aroginous zones
Like a black tiger caged up, 'til you come home lovely
You make a man swoon like a boy
The love is so soft, it gets hard to enjoy
'Cause the mind flys, and sometimes the sex lies
Smooth little girls fall in love with rough guys
But you can chop a big heart down to pint size
I guess that's what it sounds like when the dove cries
Uh, the whole world is trapped up in a maze
But you say there's real good lovin' for rainy days
Uh, the lord works in mysterious ways
He musta put you on this earth for all men to praise
[rpt 1]

As i travel through your body our souls become one
Indivisible, uh, it's getting critical son
I'm on the run from love and chase me out the bag
Get the point boo, you hit it right on the head
It's an endless adventure, two bodies collide
Can't fufill a dreams when a queen by side forever
Infinite time we intertwine destiny
We fall in love by design
What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours
The road less traveled is ours to explore
I adore you, heavenly angel shine light
Hold my hand, i'll be your guide through the night
[rpt 1]

[Spoken by L.L.:] come on now, a man chooses a woman
A woman chooses a man, give you half for a second
Then I'll give you the full plunge, uh
[rpt 1]

 

[fox69]

"All We Got Left Is The Beat"

"All We Got Left Is The Beat"


[Intro]
Ey, ey, check it out homie
man, you need to get up out of this spot man
and get a job man before you get smoked man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
I know you don't wanna hear it man
but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man
(where's my guns?)

[Gunshot]

[LL Cool J]
When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots]
(swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick
I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
they're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn
Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
you might cry to my political groove
Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

[LL Cool J]
Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops
The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed
I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter?
Check out the bombs!!!
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober
And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

[LL Cool J]
Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women don't understand
Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work
So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather
Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

[LL Cool J]
Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna
Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My Aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried cause its so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

 

[fox69]

"Amazin'"
(feat. Kandice Love)

"Amazin'"
(feat. Kandice Love)



[LL Cool J]
C'mon, and you don't stop (here go another one)
Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one)
Uhh, uhh, and you don't stop (here go another one)
(Feel me baby, it's on)

Uhh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top
To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot
Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks
My limousine roll up, the whole world shocked cause
you steppin out with an entrepeneur
I copped you more than what you bargained for
Roll the red carpet, enjoy the profits
First, let's make love in the walk-in closet
Daddy just made a nine digit deposit
Believe me sweetie, it's not luck it's logic
I'm the captain of my destiny
Used to dream of the things I was blessed to see
The jewels and the papers, sports cars and such
There's nothing in the world LL can't touch
You stood by my side and pushed me so much
That's why you got them 10 karats, you know what?

[Chorus: Kandice Love]
It's so amazing, amazing, amazing
Life's given my baby, my baby, my baby
Maybe some day you'll feel, how I feel, it's crazy
To see my baby.. is so amazing

[LL] Sing it baby

[Kandice Love]
I've got riches wall to wall
Up the stairs and, down the hall of
all the things that we have done
You got more ideas for us to
live our lives.. and explore..
There is no topping you, you're untoppable

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J - over Chorus]
So what you sayin? Uh-huh
Hehehe, I appreciate it

[Kandice Love]
It's so amazing, your love, to me
It's so amazing, amazing, to me
It's so amazing, your love, to me
It's so amazing, amazing, to me

It's alright..
Sometimes you work late at night (I know baby)
(I miss you too)
Just as long, as you don't defy my love
Then it's on (I promise you baby)
(I'll always love you)

[LL Cool J]
Uh, uh, slide out to Venice, my game's in order
Would chip in to vent, but the city's on water
Searchlights and fireworks bling the sky
A vowel on the end of everything we buy
Yellow ice in both ears, I loosen up the tie
I'm lovin this lifestyle, baby I can't lie
It feels so good it make a grown man cry
Cause I made it out the hood and a lot of my crew died
I guess I had determination
And baby girl kept me in the congregation
Now it's private jets and deep conversation
Hundred G's a month to show appreciation
All eyes on us, the cameras flash
In God We Trust, I don't love this cash
But you was definitely - by my side when my world collapsed
Now I'm, rich for life and I'm payin you back

[Amerie ad libs]

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J - over Chorus]
This is like this for life baby
This gon' always be like this
God is my witness
Hold you tight for the rest of my life
Yknahmsayin?
There's nothing I won't do for you baby
I'm your man, I'm your man
Our love is amazing, yeah

[Amerie] It's so, amazing, to me

 

[fox69]

"American Girl"
(feat. Mark Figeroa)

"American Girl"
(feat. Mark Figeroa)



March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby

Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic

Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T
This is a celebration all across the land
Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band

Uncle L, I love the heart land
South Carolina, they lookin' so tan
Out in Kansas, they so outlandish
Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha after

Bubble baths and Budweiser, joy and laughter
A good ol' boy that's not tryin' to gas ya
American girl, no doubt who the best are
I get harder, faster than a car in Nascar

Make more reveal, I wanna ride again
The red coats are comin', fuck it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone

Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
American girl, I salute you
From Massachusetts to Albuquerque
Back to the Mid West, as sweet as the dessert be

I see you out there dancing
Looks like you need romancing
You're my American girl, American girl

You know I wanna hold you
Here's something you can roll to
You're my American girl, American girl

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)
March ladies

I'm so glad that French helped us out
Now you're free to walk around and let your cleavage bounce
The Founding Fathers would've been hot and bothered
Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about

From Philadelphia to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama
Country Gramma
Queens, New York, Detroit to Montana
Today's your day girl, let's raise the banner

Benjamin Franklin, I so wanna thank him
Take a look at these girls, they the best in the world
Blonds and brunettes, redheads with curls
March with me girl and let your baton twirl

Champagne corks were bursting in the air
Gave prove through the night, my girls were still there
I'm a drum major, leading you to the flavor
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya

Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright

Whatever you do, don't lose this all fast
I'ma have to fly my flag at half mass
You go girl, you make me wanna holler
Take George off and put your boobs on the dollar

I see you out there dancing
Looks like you need romancing
You're my American girl, American girl

You know I wanna hold you
Here's something you can roll to
You're my American girl, American girl

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)

March ladies
(Left, left, left right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)
March ladies

I'm the master of the ceremony, go ahead, yell
Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell
I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell
Let's have the Boston Tea party, what the hell

Celebrate the day Crispus Attucks fell
So we could use our parts and rock to LL
36 double D's never troubled me
Thank god that Columbus made that discovery

The queen of Spain, spends some change
Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range
Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive
But all you girls with 9 to 5's dance with pride

This is the USA, great to be alive
Great watch the videos with them big ol' thighs
Brown and blue-green and hazel eyes
All directed straight towards the prize

Any shape or size, all different types survive
Around the way girls, ready to ride
Farmers daughter on the John Deer with pride
Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds

With them girls next door, they put me under a spell
I'm on top of the world, I'ma screaming to tell
I love the USA girls
Almost as much as The Giants beat Green Bay, girl

I see you out there dancing
Looks like you need romancing
You're my American girl, American girl

You know I wanna hold you
Here's something you can roll to
You're my American girl, American girl

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)

March ladies
(Left, left, left right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)
March ladies

 

[fox69]

"Another Dollar"

"Another Dollar"


AKA John Mickens [8X]

I'm the king.
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin
from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin
Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby
Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick-shifts
for no chips, I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips
let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
miraculous
lyrical swiftness
practice this, stop bein' actresses
on mattresses with your legs up in the air
splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire

Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla

My fortune 500 is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the costliest
feel the force of this
lyrical arsenist
Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper
the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper
I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y'all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

Anutha day ... anutha dolla

I'm the MC that you strive to be
competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
the many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein
Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
I wreack havoc, do damage
don't have it
uh huh .. techniques up to par
yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
Chick soup too
Hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise

Anutha day .. anutha dolla

Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby
but someone's gotta do it, haha

 

[fox69]

"Apple Cobbler"
(feat. Timbaland)

"Apple Cobbler"
(feat. Timbaland)



[LL Cool J]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. uh-huh
Uhh.. uhh.. that joint is hot baby!

[Verse One]
Lights, camera, action - hold up
You know my style, I been blowed up
Paper was young, now it's growed up
Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up
Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck
Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut
Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up
Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up
Shake that cookie like what like what
Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck
Look at that apple cobbler butt
Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut
NBA Live in my truck
Parkin lot like all jammed up
If there's beef it's best you duck
I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie?
I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried?

[Verse Two]
So much sugar it's makin my head rush
Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff
Break me off a piece of crust
I'm so full I'm bout to bust
Just one slice is not enough
Dang that thang tight like handcuffs
What I gotta say to you for you to give it up?
What if I was payin you so you could live it up?
Hoochie seats inside yo' truck
Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts
You be Starsky, I be Hutch
Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch
Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts
Take my 2-way, stay in touch
I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up
Take you, bake you, eat you up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips
Love when your hair get stuck to your lips
Apple cobbler sweet and thick
I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick
Yo' dessert is worth a grip
I admit you make me trip
Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick
I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit
Trippin, switchin past my clique
Lick that juicy, ask my clique
Stretch them jeans girl make them fit
Make me go outside and pit
You know me, my cake is sick
Me and Timbo makin hits
Apple cobbler, thick and rich
Just how hot can one girl get?

[Chorus]