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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 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 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 Lord have mercy If the broad is thirsty I'll have 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 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 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 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 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 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 Yeah Keep chillin wit em Yeah Keep chillin wit em |
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| 2. |
| 4:43 |
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[LL Cool J]
Sippin somethin on the rocks I got a shorty that makes the bed hop I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop I'ma drop that phantom on you baby watch Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot? Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox I keep it flowin see we goin to the top I'ma get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me stop You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize .. I know you want it sucka free Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me .. Take it easy player Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player Uhh .. you put it down tight Yeah you not havin what you want don't even sound right [Chorus - Timbaland] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! [LL Cool J] Lay down for a while pretty, relax a minute .. I caught a feelin when you represented Gave you that Mercedes, you better get up in it .. Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage You never seen a player flip your whole life Dip the Caddy on the freeway, hittin the strobe light .. You got a mean walk at times right? I'm here to shine like, I get your mind right Uhh, Charles Jordan girl if you wanna take a hit Gotta ? between the lippers this is it .. Lazy, lay back and count the chips Some call it trickin or ballin, depends on who you wit Him or L baby, so who you gonna pick Mack motor, I told ya, I want ya livin rich You don't know about a brother Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother [Chorus] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! [LL Cool J] Don't trip I know you like the rocks Wanna dip 'round the corner in the drop Music bumpin you frontin although you say you're not .. You got your eyes on the watch You love the Pasha, the ?, the Cartier is hot .. Baby you need somethin, shop You got me trippin and goin bananas, baby stop I caught a mean one, you never seen one She like cream, how brothers gonna front on me? Spoilin somethin the average homey never see I mean it's only some money, nuttin to me .. But yet and still you question me I got it that's if you want it or I'ma set you free .. Got 'em in line they beggin me Baby regardless your body is killin me Girl I'm lovin your anatomy Your personality, so whatcha want from me? [Chorus] Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! I said MY baby Watch television in the Escalade-y Go shoppin when you want to baby All you do is rub my back Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh! |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh) Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya) You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby We had em starvin' Hey yo E, the big homie Star studded, my ear lobes is flooded DJ's want to rub it, bootleggers want to dub it Easy does it Ladies love it, cats with big budgets We be gel two jets and Tar Smith luggage Clowns talkin' rubish and pretendin' they thuggish But I'm a young livin' legend like Pee Wee at the Rucker's (uh huh) I was raised outta Queens But rap kept me off of the cover of Fed's magazine Put me in a Gulf Stream Your man done it, push the EX 100 And you don't want it, I got the whole rap game cornered Watch me flaunt it, damn right I'm iconic Soon as Nix find an icy track I slide on it [Chorus] I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake The safe in the floor with a life time of cake Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate Cats can't believe I'm still hot, I got em irate The hip hop boss of the Empire State Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight he's the best that ever did it, they call me Cool J They platinum selling or, my skins turning gray Okay They don't know how to act And my B-D-S was miles ago to Cali and back Minimum Private jets in the millennium Plenty of Benjamin's, hot ladies and gentleman (but I said) and I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her I know that it's ridiculous for why'all to picture this The way I keep reein' up, servin' and flippin' this Dot the I's cross the T's meticulous The coldest winter ever and I'm so icicle-ish The movement is flavorful, bags of licorice The drop, the rock, the watch, the necklace there's no forgettin' this, the way that I'm reppin' this My bodyguard's big but do that make me rebelish I'm in the Hamptons, game stronger than Sampson that's why I'm still a teen pop idol like Hanson Young black and handsome, movin' with the cheddar Bring honey to the V.I.P., I'm about to get her Let's go I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her Uh, put your hands in the air Yeah Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air Throw ya hands in the air I know there's got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me I'm about to get her And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up off in here that's got the hots for me I'm about to get her See I know there's got to be one sassy little freak that want to leave with me I'm about to get her I know there's got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me I'm about to get her Uh The definition Yeah Change Change Plenty Uh Cash it in baby From pennies to ten-thousand dollar bills I prefer wires though Yeah Bee Daughtry, E Nix, the definition Tar Smith clothing line baby Uh Yeah |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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L L
N O Joe hit me baby Push it out girl arch your back Them 17's is fittin like bubblewrap plus they low on your hips You there let me grab That thing you do keep me brick 50 told you bout the 'Magic Stick' C'mon lean on me I'm in love with this scenery Poke it out 'Pon de river pon de bank baby stroke it out Sweat for your man Both hands on your hips for your man Me and the boys is your biggest fans Every time we see you we be like DANM Work it girl Move somethin hurt me girl oh C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin Such a pimply aura Way way hotter than I was before a She wanna sit courtside next to a baller Where the paper's longer and cats are taller Woo I'm off on my own Do the math mami L's on the throne Now take it to the floor Do a split if you really hardcore Man listen here I'm hot today ain't concerned with last year I see your lil' shorty ride shotgun But I done left stop lights with a hot one Made her hop out and move somethin Jump in my joint and prove somethin I laugh at y'all Don't worry about the check already cashed it y'all C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin pull it to the side Shake it for daddy it's time to ride Make it sweat 'til it slide Do your thing like it's justified Tease me a little It's my turn to take it to the middle Let me palm that thing You got the bomb I disarm that thing Turn it around girl I want that thing You had to know the way you flaunt that thing Your body's jumpin Ain't no frontin when you provin somethin Made eye contact with me Now bring that thing back to me You do your thing so naturally I think I'm in love actually C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon move somethin C'mon c'mon prove somethin L L N O Joe hit me baby Hot one boy efinition |
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| 3:35 |
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[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go [beat starts up] [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 1 - LL Cool J] You feel so good Rest of my life I wish I could Hold you tight and take a flight out the hood Was I foul or just misunderstood? Mind-mannered or up to no-good It really doesnt matter, either way I should Maximize the moment and hold ya close Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast Who loved you the most? I was never ghost When lives was on the line Confusion in ya mind Runnin outta time Drama of all kind But theres faith in our mind We spiritually inclined Sometimes I flip Sometimes you flip Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics We movin too fast, the whole world's in a rush Everybody just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 2 - LL Cool J] Its all a test; the pain, the drama The villa in the bahamas The highs, the lows The hoop-t, the Rolls The money flowin Certain doors that we go in The people we meet, the hands that we shake Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak But everything will be okay [w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way Cuz I believe in romance Kissin while ya slow dance Me bouncin baby? no chance No matter the circumstance Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France Cuz ya beauty's unmatched Such a great catch Unconditional love, forever we are attatched Deal with the drama, we can find our way back With or without the Maybach .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 3 - LL Cool J] I can feel ya pain Like we simese twins connected by our brains Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain Want you in my life and nothins gonna change God willin, we still be doin our thang When my six-pack's faded Raps outdated But thats many years from now so dont rush Little mama just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [7 Aurelius] Hush baby Hush hush darling Hush baby hush hush Dont talk so much Wanna feel ya touch [LL Cool J] Hush baby hush Hush baby hush [7 Aurelius] Hush baby wanna let ya know ... [echoes] |
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| 6. |
| 4:33 |
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[LL Cool J]
(Sip somethin) Uhh, sip somethin (Sip somethin) I wouldn't drink that, if I was you [Chorus] + (LL Cool J) With every sip of my drink (uhh) I get a little bit closer (uh-huh) And when I'm tryin to re-think (yeah) I can't really get focused (uh, uh) I wasn't tryin to be mean I can see that it's hopeless (uhh) Cause your persistance overpowers me I know you rollin out with me [Verse 1] I was stayin at the Shore Club, leanin in the red room Seen this tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes Big bottles and models and poom-pooms Surroundin my table, watchin me like cable My Dolce hat was low, Versace shades Had the Prada shoes on cause the world is a stage Lah-lah in the air, it's a sky bar affair The glamorous life, I had my glass in the air When my eyes connected with somethin real real nice Like she finished her drink and started chewin on my ice Her smile was bananas, teeth was pearly white That's when I realized it'll be a long night The vibe was right, she was laced in all white Her French manicure traced the crown on my mic You ever try to focus, resist with all your might But every sip you take pulls you deeper in the hype [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [Verse 2] I'm talkin tan lines, belly rings and things DJ rubbin my thing, makin my head swing All the honies was schemin .. Cause the rocks in my ears was gleamin, oh God I must be dreamin My vision was blurry, the party was rockin The tools was knockin, honey wanna get it poppin Try my best to chill, she was fresh out of Brazil People was walkin by makin our drinks filled What would you do, if you was a Don in a position to wild out with a Brazilian blonde? Or maybe you a honey and it's hard to keep calm Cause you sippin on somethin and homeboy's the bomb You dancin in your seat, and singin along And every sip makes you feel like you need to perform The party is packed, it's just a little too warm But you take another sip to prove that you strong [Chorus] + (different ad libs) [LL] Take it to the bridge [Interlude] + (LL Cool J) I can't call it, I can't tell Honestly, I'm drunk as hell (uh-huh) And me, I can not believeeeee (lay back baby) This night out is windin down (uhh) You keep buyin all these rounds for meeeeee (aww man) I know what you want from me (yeah) I know what you want [Chorus] - repeat 2X (w/ different ad libs) [Outro] + (LL Cool J) Rollin out with me (roll out) Rollin out with me (uhh, roll out) Roll out (roll out) Yeahhh (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out) (uhh, uhh, roll out, yeah) (Yo Timbo! Bar's on you baby, hahahaha) (YEAH!) |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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[LL Cool J]
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin? Three quarter black mink; shades, canaries in both ears Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple black, with the oak wood Gucci shoes, that's how I play [Verse 1] Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps I was taught early on don't jeapordize the stacks Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks I'm affiliated with too many hot cats to end up, crawlin out of a hole in Iraq Try to topple my regime You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen Is there a medic on the scene? Easy children, Queens is in the buildin That blank look on your grill'll get filled in Slow down baby, you actin like a clown homes You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock Bars is hot, beats is pumpin like a {*edit*} box [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [Verse 2] They pay me so much it's hard for them to swallow When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin hollows I can't see it player that's beneath my vision I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision It seems like greed's the world religion But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons Black man, get the flies outcha eyes You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die Until that day, health and welfare, cheers And after my wake, the hood'll talk, man listen here He kept a mink and canaries in his ears Like the Enterprise rollin over stars for years Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh! [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [Verse 3] To be or not to be the man, that's the question Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined To lean up in the backseat, givin directions Sweep the block clean as November elections On the Blackberry readin cash flow quadrant Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded CLS Vision, four Hummers behind it You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' learn If you play with fire you get poured in a urn You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed I'm more than a symbol of sex, I get respect For livin in the hills but still keepin it mad real Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles You burnin me, two words: im-possible [Chorus] Shake it baby shake it If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon Shake it baby shake it Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon Shake it baby shake it You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby [LL Cool J] Like I said Yellow canary tennis on the neck Three quarter black mink Gucci hat to the side, shades Gucci shoes, baggy jeans Black Phantom, oak wood That's how I play Yeah (Shake it baby shake it) You do it for the gangsters I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby |
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| 4:13 |
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[LL Cool J]
Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh, I can't explain it ... You know it's that moment It's just that moment Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it [Chorus - singers] w/ ad libs Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 1] I understand you want canaries on your hand Masterpiece Roley, gold tri-color band Cute wedding pictures sittin on the nightstand You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man I know you won't touch me unless you trust me You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me I'm kissin on your neck real tender Gentle as can be, but you still won't surrender Let me kiss your eyes Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe I pull back to stare at your eyes Sittin there quiet like I'm hypnotized We kiss a little more, laugh and smile Might even share a lollipop, you know my style Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while Let's pretend that we're walkin down the aisle I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 2] Straight up, you beautiful B I don't think you understand what you doin to me On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin TV Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin me Uhh .. then we kiss for real I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel You go to the bathroom for a second I understand baby, I know what you checkin (a-heh-heh) That's when you come back and walk to me slow That's when you change up and let it all flow I'm kissin on your belly ring nice and slow I love to take my time, love to give you a show Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below Use my ears like handlebars, take control Ain't no sense in stayin calm and playin the role Baby relax, let me touch your soul I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better [Verse 3] My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks with sound effects and whatnot (mmm) A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean Add 'em up and they equal fifteen You the 6 ... I needed you like a fix I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click I pick up the pace You feel the stubble from my beard on your face I look at your lips and take a taste Switch it up I got my hands on your waist We whylin out, we all over the place I'm holdin on with a strong embrace You holdin on and tryin to keep the faith Together we blast to outer space, I can't explain it [Chorus] Can't explain it My love when we're together You're the greatest, nobody does it better When you hold me I wish that I could be your, one and only Nobody does it better |
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| 4:17 |
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Uh yes yes why'all feel the beat why'all
Freak freak why'all You don't stop Uh yes yes why'all feel the beat why'all Freak freak why'all You don't stop [VERSE 1] When Def Jam signed me They hit the lottery It wasn't free but don't call it a robbery They underestimated me quite possibly It's like that when you a godfather be |
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| 10. |
| 3:39 |
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[LL Cool J]
Uhh .. uhh .. uhh .. uh-huh Uhh .. uhh .. that joint is hot baby! [Verse 1] 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 2] 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] 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 3] 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] 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? |
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| 11. |
| 3:42 |
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[LL Cool J]
It's one in the mornin - you know what time it is! It's one in the mornin It's one in the mornin - you gonna have come out your clothes on this one It's one in the mornin Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra padded You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge It's really a tad tragic how they runnin through they cabbage You know my track record, L battle like a savage I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage Uncle LL, I got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community gotta get this money while y'all march for unity So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on Then get my dogs a platform to bark on The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others' Children shiverin under the covers The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat I'm bringin it raw, you never want your money back I'm focused baby, livin like a quarterback Playin in the wishbone, L keep options black Systematically, burn you like calories Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me [Chorus] It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] That's right Sleeping Beauty, wake up see the light That Tylenol PM got you caught for your BM Everybody can see I'm the king of rippin coliseums C'mon, youse a male groupie beggin for per diem A fruitcake laid out in the masoleum I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him Money's my slave, it do what I say It cry for me, like Denzel in "Glory" But I broke the cycle, no more poverty I wonder if you hatin on the low - probably! But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels Damn! Look at my body, coulda been a Navy Seal But you lack the discipline to do what I do Reinvention, I'm in the 11th dimension I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Aiyyo E it's one o'clock Time to get one and bounce baby It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is Your honor, last week he punched me in my face I want twenty million, you know he liftin weights Last week, me and the President was takin flicks Last week, my video dropped and you was sick Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks That cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted My American Express is Black, I'm at the Summit The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know My po'tfolio was sicker than polio For real God is good, he took me out the hood Got me livin in a mansion like a big boy should And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes knowin how I live, bed extra big You sit around, run your mouth, POTbelly on the couch Claimin you hot but honey what you wove out When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce You on the corner riskin your life to sell a ounce Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago But no, in real life cats catch it It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh? [Chorus] - repeat 2X It's one in the mornin - flash the dough It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo' It's one in the mornin - get on the flo' It's one in the mornin - who wanna go? [LL Cool J] Yeah yeah It's the definition Definition Definition potna, eleven in a row! |
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