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LL COOL J( James Todd Smith )
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Starsky and Hutch
Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha!
Yes y'all throw your hands up real high Let's see where the people in the world is at Word up, word up, uh, uh, where you at Shorty? With L L Busta Rhymes check it out
Two big ballers keep the juice blending Who? Black Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? 'Cos we two jiggy asses always making Too many million dollar affilliations
Abbreviation, L L, period I'm platinum every time, it's serious Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers, hey, now she jump shaking
Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling You know the rules of the gizame, milk and top billing
Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
Aeiyo, diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black 'n' Decker Reason being, I work my tool right I handcraft the cake till it's baked just right
Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it baby You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back C'mon shake it, just shake it C'mon shake it, just break it
Say what, say what, what Busta Bust, Mr Smith Flipmode in ill y'all, let's sing a little something for the song
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways
Busta bust, Mr smith We on the track, I always spark the lah I always catch a contact Aeiyo, stimulation make a fucka wig push back
Like he gotta touch, a bottom here for Mencap He went from Dreadlocks To Ceasers, now he called 'Cash' Brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch that I be the B U S T A, R H Y M E S full of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L Period J my leers waiting on the runway, Bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God Is it the bashment? Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy
Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi Just a leeson for you sucker M C's Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period
Word is bond, ah man I had a good time with you Mr Smith Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I'm see shits in comas and concussions It's ridiculous, word up, throw your hands in the air, come on Just have a good time and wave them around Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous shits, change your ways son
Ah man, splash a little bit of flossing on shits Ah man, in a happy and fun loving way You know, splash, yeah, you know that Like a little bit of ice waters and fuck man
You niggas need to chill down Put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off
Put your shades on baby, aight? Shine, fuckaa put them shades on Shits leaning, leaning like they deformed or something Ha, fix your neck, you like like Shaq in that commercial
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