LL Cool J

[fox69]

"Get Da Drop On Em"

"Get Da Drop On Em"


Check it out

I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin
I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush
Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)

[Chorus:]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
[repeat x 3]

I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects
Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick

[Chorus]

You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season
I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

[Chorus]

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
[repeat x 2]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot!

 

[fox69]

"Get Down"

"Get Down"


[LL Cool J]
G, G, G, G, G, G Get...

[LL Cool J]
Down, to the rhythm that'll rock the walls
Go sportin and Jordans and I'm on the balls
Don't lackin I'm black but I'm not ?Lou Wrong?
Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all
So get down with the entrepeuner of funk
Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin Monk
Ain't down with Johnny Cousin know as use at a jam
So to hell with Anne McMahon & Tom McCan
J-Ski is the box, farmers is the street
Signing hungry-over-beasts that's why I always eat
Up to you to guess whose rockin the funky sound
If you don't know never mind come on and get down

[Chorus]
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down

[LL Cool J]
Hard like haystacks cow-hold
Callin me a sucker boy you're pushin a broom
If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place
Got a (???) family from my happy days
Not the boys that play the bench for the Oakland A
He drop you to a hop to the record he play
Couldn't keep it a secret I'm L.L. Cool J
Rhymes are all wack and real all real
Yo Earl, tell the party people the deal

[Earl]
Yo listen here
Ya ain't no thing, can't complain
They catch like a muh'fuck pass to J

[LL Cool J]
That's right I'm back he's talks how to rap
He used to Smurf now you're jackin cause my name's on the map
Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says is that he loves hats
With a hands like a hatcher, Cut Creators in bat
Cut Creator on the fader the teachers pet
Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met
And sooner or later we'll have to sit
Cut Creator cut the record so they don't forget
Get down

[Chorus]
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.

[LL Cool J]
I make hard rock jams for hard rock fans
What I'm sayin is for real this ain't lala land
Got a can full of jams pullin off the lid
Competition in New York is doin what I did
Cold sender of a story I paid my dues
I rocked at house parties I was down with crews
Now I'll never be caught I'm on my P's and Q's
And for the rest of your life you wanna be in my shoes
I scar like stones hard like cement and I rocked every jam that I ever went
Cause I got a better reppin than any emcee has
And I'm down like a brother from Alcatraz
Get down

[Chorus]
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.

[LL Cool J]
Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni-ninja
I rap the boss is back the only man
you should call when the party's packed
From Paris to L.A they say I'm as sharp as a pin
When it's a Cool J party you gotta get in
So I'm makin big steps like Gladys Knight in the pier
One rhyme you're on my tensils as I leave my lip
Up the block kids are talkin and spreadin the news
About the new grandmaster the one you'll choose
Cause I'm chuckling I wanna stomp the rest
When I kick it couldn't bore it could only impress
I'm not a Hula-Hoop this isn't a passin phase
Hard work pays I'm gettin straight up A's
Cool J is runnin things I want it understood
Executioner I should wear a black hood
And carry an axe cause I'm ruff on wax
Speakers speakin ?phone-wear from durable? eight-tracks
Get down

(G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down)

 

[fox69]

"Get Over Here"
(feat. It's Ya Girl Nicolette, Jiz, Lyrikal, Ticky Diamondz)

"Get Over Here"
(feat. It's Ya Girl Nicolette, Jiz, Lyrikal, Ticky Diamondz)



[Intro: LL Cool J]
Ain't nobody as hot as us
East side, west side, north side, south side
Let's ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the building
It's time for some of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's -- come on

[It's Ya Girl Nicolette]
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me what you think about her
Who you know wit a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, ya'll cats don't really want it
Ya'll don't want it, ya'll just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
Take it back up to the N.Y., show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
And if you looking for me, you can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bling, don't get it misunderstood
Nicolette, LL, on the same track, bring it back, tell me what you
think about that
Boys trynna holla, but I ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats
Tell me what you think about that, let's go

[Chorus]
Love that you made money, really don't matter
If I see her from a far, this what I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here

[LL Cool J]
Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentley's rocking
Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em, with every bar I'm dropping
Every time I drop they copping, every single line I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop your plotting, it'll be your blood we mopping
Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up
Your girl from the back, like giddy up
How come I run, you like my son, I blow the whole god damn city up
Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up
Think about that while you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can't count that
Hop all off then I bounce back, got 'em looking a wolf pack outback
I'm from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that
Ask Master P, I'm bout that
Everybody know I'm holding, in the party, pocket swollen
Rock and rolling, competition catching coals in they colon

[Chorus]

[Lyrikal]
What up ya'll, ya'll know us
Know the party ain't ill til we show up
Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma, but so what
Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop
Til I'm all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face
Making the dudes wanna hate, cuz we them new dudes in the state

[Jiz]
Yeah, we in the club just chilling, B, yeah, baby feeling me
Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up
In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be
Do it well, ask LL dog feeling me
Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door
Looking flyer than airplanes, it's not touching the floor

[Lyrikal]
It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move
The body move to the tune, yessir
DJ let it boom in the room
Shit's just there, like and now your boy here

[Jiz]
We hot like June, gon' drop real soon let 'em know that Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side, I'm a young back, just shut
your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around, shake a little bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, don't stop or pound, before we wasn't it but be popping now
Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the show we rocking the crowd, get gwop by the thou', wow

[Ticky Diamondz]
Come on and roll wit the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that, I'mma get them stacks
Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back
Work it all night, this ain't no tease
You gonna be scarred, I'mma sweat that weave
Now you can't drive, it's too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
In the whip today, but not tomorrow
That's the life of a superstar
Wanna be involved, better be aware
Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere
Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair
Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare
Got you on the beach, you out somewhere
Got your girl screaming that it ain't that fair
Baby come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more said
Kid don't play, just do clean
That's what it is, when I come from Queens
Do my lean, big black truck
Coming through like I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get neck
Girls I'm afraid, running round butt nake
Gotta go, back to the grind
Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes
Burn a little haze, I let my rhyme --

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Give Me Love"
(feat. Seal)

"Give Me Love"
(feat. Seal)



[Bridge: Seal]
Give me love
I swear all I need is your heart (your heart)
Uh baby
Give me love
Tell me where you need me to stop
I swear all I need is your love

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Honestly, I'm afraid to give love
Deep down I'm afraid to be judged
That's why I pull back, don't speak no rap
Put on the beat, man every time we hug
It's deep, I'm afraid of heartbreak so much
The thought alone feels like my soul got cut
The thought alone feels like my soul got cut
My heart's wide open, baby show me mercy
Life is a desert and for love I'm thirsty
You lead me to the water, I'm afraid to drink
You hand me a glass, still don't know what to think
Your love is terrifying, I'm standing on the brink
I'm floating in your eyes then I start to sink
Girl, I never knew that I could feel so weak
Flying on a cloud in-between these sheets
I'm one with myself, why do I retreat?
It's a battle just to try to go to sleep

[Bridge: Seal]
Give me love
I swear all I need is your heart (that's alright)
Uh baby
Give me love
Tell me when you need me to stop
I swear all I need is your love

[Chorus: Seal & LL Cool J]
Give it to me baby (you baby)
Give it to me baby (you baby)
Give it to me baby (yea)
Give it to me
Just give me your heart
Give it to me baby
Uh baby
Give it to me baby
Uh girl
Give it to me baby
I swear all I need is your love

[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Everybody knows that falling in love's easy, timing out's hard
So I only wasn't really, raise my thoughts as God
It's crazy, I hold you in the highest regard
But us having true love? What's the odds?
That's scary, what if I get hit that hard
So hard I can't get up, heart got lit up
Too weak to move, can't eat, no sit up
Mommy used to say – don't worry, it's just a hiccup
But even she can't help
When your heart's on fire, about to melt
So everything I really feel, I keep it to myself
So I don't end up hurt like everybody else
Took love off the bat, burn I put it on the shelf
With the books I never read about pain I never felt
Love is a problem, baby I need help
My card's on the table and my heart's breaking me up

[Bridge: Seal]
Give me love
I swear all I need is your heart (I swear)
Uh baby
Give me love
Tell me when you need me to stop
I swear all I need is your love

[Chorus: Seal & LL Cool J]
Give it to me baby (you baby)
Give it to me baby (from you baby)
Give it to me baby (yea)
Give it to me
Just give me your heart
Give it to me baby
Uh baby
Give it to me baby
Uh girl
Give it to me baby
I swear all I need is your love

[Bridge: LL Cool J]
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
When the last chapter's done, I hope your mine
Yea
(I need you to know)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
When the last chapter's done, I hope your mine
But until that try

[Bridge: Seal]
Give me love
I swear all I need is your heart (that's all I need)
Uh baby (Uh baby)
Give me love (oh love)
Tell me when you need me to stop
I swear all I need is your love

Give it to me baby (your love)
Give it to me baby (just what I need)
Give it to me baby (your love is just what I need)
Give it to me baby
Give it to me baby (your love, your love, your love)
Give it to me baby
Give it to me baby (that's what I need)
All I need is your love

Dear diary (dear diary)
I hope she feels the same
I hope she keeps loving me
Keeps loving me as I'm loving
I love er more than ever
I pray our love won't change
Let's go home
Give me love

 

[fox69]

"Go Cut Creator Go"

"Go Cut Creator Go"


[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go

[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go

[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break

[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go

[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play

[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go

[LL Cool J]
Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut
It's like travellin through time to the straight cats strut
Cuts are slicker than Grease needle as sharp as a knife
We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of the lines
Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up
Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down
Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
Cut Creator cut the record for me

[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go

L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S

["Cut it" in background]
Go, go, go, go, ahh, go

[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go

L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L

 

[fox69]

"God Bless"

"God Bless"


[Intro:]

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless

[Verse 1:]

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

[Chorus:]
God bless ya lover, god bless you [x4]

[Verse 2:]

Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

[Chorus x 2]

Matter fact take it to the bridge

[Bridge:]
God bless
God bless ya lover
[repeat]

[Verse 3:]

Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cos I..... form like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb [explosion]
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: (over chorus)]
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? lace me
Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's next?

 

[fox69]

"Going Back To Cali"

"Going Back To Cali"


I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so

Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin
Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun
The top is down, on the black Corvette
And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's
Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top
and three girls waiting
VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining
Passing all the cars on the way
Movement of the wind, back wheels spin
Pop in a cassette and push play

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..

I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
Takin 'em to spots they never before hung
?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip
Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip
The record skip, but this girl kept dancin
Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin
I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay
I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..
..

I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
Her bikini - small; heels - tall
She said, she liked, the ocean
She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
and pulled out the suntan lotion
Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster
She's lookin for a real good time
I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
and I ran away with the bottle of wine

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so

[saxophone solo]

 

[fox69]

"Headsprung"
(feat. Timbaland)

"Headsprung"
(feat. Timbaland)



[Verse - LL Cool J]
They call me Big L'y, Big Silly
Big Money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me
Let me grip it up for cuz in the back
Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat
I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack
Timbaland, Ladies Love on the track
Lovely get the ice, pop champagne
Don't forget I used to ride on the train
When I bump it right, call my name
Go crazy in the mall wit James
Dump that, not ill like me
Bring the women in to chill for free
Let me tell ya girl, don't try me
You better have I.D.!

[Chorus - Timbaland (2x)]
When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung
And we bout to get our head sprung

[Verse - LL Cool J]
Lord have mercy! If the broad is thirsty
I'll have her man reimburse me
The part that hurts me, is when they try to work me
But I could never let ya jerk me
Steady sticking to the wall, give it up
Sneaking through the back door live it up
Got the champagne, pour me a cup
Got the girls looking raw in the front
Got a call your man's in town
Tell the bar, a-nother round
Got all my mans holding me down
Kinda thick ma, let's get down, so get wit it
I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it?
Got playas on the grind, wanna skip wit it
Backstage you mine, I'm a spit wit it, hey!

[Chorus]

[Bridge - LL Cool J (Ladies) ((Fellas))]
Hey ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I said yo ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung (Hey!)

[Chorus]

[Outro - Timbaland]
Yeah! Keep chillin wit em, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Hello"
(feat. Amil)

"Hello"
(feat. Amil)



[Chorus: Amil]

Hello, hello (yo, yo) [repeat 6X]
Call me on the telephone..

[LL Cool J]
Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8
Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imaginary worlds we could both explore
(Hello) Baby what you wearin right now?
(Hot pants) My girl ain't around, let's get down
And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap
(I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back)
(Nigga you like that?) You see I'm runnin up my bill
Momma might hear me, but you just too ill
I got your flicks lined up, stereo low
Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow
If I was there what would you do? (I'd lay you on your back)
(Ride or die daddy, and I love it like that)

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
You the freak of my dreams, the reason that I keep on baggy jeans
(Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens)
(I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin it)
(I bet you I can make you cum first) Throw the bets in
I'm a nasty nigga, made to order
Kiss below the border with a warm glass of water
Is you wit me? (Yeah) Tell me how it taste
I promise I'll keep the telephone right in my face
How it feel? (Feels good) Where you at? (In the hood)
(Talkin on the phone like a good girl should)
(To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak)
Strawberry shortcake, good enough to eat
(And I taste mad sweet) We big freaks
Blastin off on the phone seven days a week

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes sweet
to make sure your ex-man can't compete
Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil
G-string sittin like a snake in a coil
(Hold on, I think somebody on the other line)
Interrupt this nut I'ma bust, you out your mind
Lay back, imagine us chest to chest
Tongue-kissin deep while we spark a sess
(Everything is crazy, L do it the best)
Ridin rough baby, put my pipe to the test
(On the telephone?) Yeah, this is the ill zone
I wanna make you moan until it's a dial tone [BOOOOO]
However you want it baby, I'm raw to the bone
Three (three) two (two) one (one) telephone

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Yeah, yeah, knamsayin? Word up, that's what I'm talkin about
All you gotta do is hit me, word, I'll call you right back
Yeah.. (??) move this out
Hahaha, what you want me right now
You gon' make me crash or somethin, hehehe, word up
Uhh, uhh
It's that real shit
Uhh..
Hehehehehe..

 

[fox69]

"Hey Lover"

"Hey Lover"


I've been watchin' you from afar,
for as long as I can remmeber
You are all a real man can need
and ever ask for
this is love
this is more than a crush

It was Harlem at the Rucker
I saw with your man
smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back
we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
so skated off, as you strolled off
looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his love is real he got ta handle competition
you only knew about 5 months (that's right)
besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you
looking at my own eyes in the rear view
cathchin flash backs of our eye contact
wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back
i would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, I hadn't had a crush in years

[Chorus]
[2x] hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
your man must think its safe for you to travel that way
but i don't want ta violate your relationship
so i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
still he can't stop me from having day dreams
tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream
kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
searching your body with my tounge girl all night
I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
we would walk down the isle of destiny
what your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared
break ya off a little chump change to do your hair
that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
but there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead
Hey lover

[CHORUS]

Last week I saw ya at the mall
standing at the pay phone bout to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently with my hands
we talked about traveling the distant lands
escaping all the madness out here in the world
becomin my wife no longer my girl
then, you let your dress fall down to the floor
i kissed you softly and you yearned for more
we experienced pleasure unparallel
into an ocean of love we both fell
swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss
fantasies interchanging with each kiss
undying passion unities our souls
togehter we swim until the point of no control
but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
we never even spoke and your man (still) love you
so I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside
keep my dreams alive until the right time

[CHORUS]