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My radio, believe me, I like it loud I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the Boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind Cos I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not Cos I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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He man, I've seen ya, think ya rockin' it on the floor... You look like a moron! Who let you in the door? To put the question bluntly: maybe your feet's deformed. They should slap you in the teeth when you put your dancing shoes on. You can't dance! Why don't you just nail your feet to the floor? Homeboy, what's the use? Anytime you wanna step aside a party, first think of an excuse. You dance like a fat old lady not sayin' that fat old ladies ain't nice, but every time you try to get one move right. the old lady then did it twice. You can't dance! You've been a dancing disco disaster, the worst I ever saw. They should dropkick you on the neck and drag you off the floor. In every discotheque, I see you there in the middle of the crowd, looking like you got eight or nine left feet dragging all around. You can't dance! Take my advice, don't move! You'll never get the knack. If I danced like you I'd sneak out the party and wouldn't be coming back. On the floor you're a dinosaur, yeah boy, that's how you move. You look like Ralph Cramden(?) or a Donald Duck cartoon. You can't dance! You wanna come to my party? I wouldn't give you a chance. You tried to take breakdance lessons, ended up in an ambulance. Wouldn't it be funny if they put you on solid gold? You dance like you got arthritis already, what'll happen when you get old? You can't dance! Why are you so stiff? Is it something that your mother did? Maybe you grew up around "can't dance" people when you were a "can't dance" kid. You live in a "can't dance" house, went out in a "can't dance" car, your |
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| 4:07 |
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Yo Yvette there's a lot of rumours goin' around They're so bad baby you might have to skip town See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew They say you're a man eater during the full moon Mascot of the senior boys' locker room They said Yvette walked in there wasn't too much rap Her reputation got bigger and so did her gap Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better I'mma sit down and write you a long letter. I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was I'd have to treat you like you was my distant cuz I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume What should I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom You wasn't in there alone, wasn't usin' the phone The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan". I don't really know if the story is so I can either ask Curly, or Larry or Moe or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho In every disco you say hello Like you're a little angel, but we all know Since you was eleven you been actin' this way You always got in bed when you wanted to play You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva Some freaks are live, but Yvette you're liver. You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro A high-powered body makes your Levis grow See the stories I've heard, they could amaze I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days So calm down freak, get a G.E.D. That's a General Education on Decency One day you'll see, and agree with me unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93 For you there's no fee, everything is free This is from me to you, not you to me Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight You try to shake your butt with all your might I don't really wanna dis nobody You might think I had a little too much Bacardi But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette How bad can a girl's reputation get? See she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met If you're desparate ask Yvette, cuz she'll say "Bet". B-Boys are hard on the boulevard The Reverend at the church said you was barred Homeboys on the block love you a lot You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not So before you start walking and your beak starts squawkin' let me explain to you who is talkin' I'm L.L. Cool J from around the way You boogie down to my records almost every day Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standin' still You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhill Won't forget that day in the Y.M.C.A. The guy at the desk said it was OK for you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay Greg G. and Garfield yelled "Hooray" |
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I seen this girl, walkin down the block
I said, "WAIT!" "Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?" "Have some donuts and milk?" "Listen to a pop tune maybe?" Please be his ex and be my bride Don't blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried Love you claimed to share just wasn't there You're too good for that, and it wasn't fair Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole You was fooled by the face of a phoney role But I'll take up the slack, support you, baby Now the knight in shiny armor can only be me I cry out your name as you hold his hand If you're not mine soon, girl, my soul is damned I'm lookin out the window at the stormy rain And the rush of the water makes my eyes drain All alone in the room, and it's makin me sad Fantasize of the love we could have had Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I pour wine for two, even though it's just me I tried to reach you, but blind men don't see Your man is the devil, but he gave you a ring So you believe you saw an innocent angel sing You're the type that ignores the destiny of two It's not Romeo and Juliet, it's me and you You're bein handicapped by a Don Juan rap You can hope I disappear, girl, but I'll be back Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more Yes girl, I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more The time has come, the decision's yours This super love story ain't workin no more Can't you understand that my love spans Higher and further than any man's You're lookin a gift horse right in the mouth This time hear me out, I don't care if you pout You're my only desire, I fight to the death And I'ma scream your name when I breathe my last breath Ain't gettin on my knees, but I'm oh so close To our love I toast, all he does is boast Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more A knock on the door and a tap on the glass Tells me you see it my way at last You used to reject me, now you wanna kiss me He called you up and said, "Yo baby, why you diss me?" Meanwhile made romance on the sea shore You want more of what you used to ignore During this love affair, girl, it gets steamy Three nights in a row, and you still wanna see me Make love at night, coffee in the morn' I be the only blanket that's keepin you warm Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I hoot in the morning to the crack of sunlight But my agony continues till it reaches night Sweet image of your face appears on the wall And the scene is so eerie I run through the hall I look at the sky, then I search for the moon Realize it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon So I dress to impress, exit the house Go up to the school and watch the kids come out In the middle of the court yard there you stand With the man who's deceiving ya, holding your hand Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more You're the goddess of light, the queen of seduction You won't get used if you follow my instructions Your scram my hand, feel the sweat on my palm Make love to a man and not a cheap Don Juan And that'll be eroticism, highs die down You will find your best friend finally is found I caress ya at night like a virgin in white Cause the new world I found is oh so tight And tender and young, soft and wet It's hotter than any fantasy could get Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more |
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| 4:40 |
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His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts Aim a lot of cool projects not photography Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography The al virtual also makes his return All adversaries should be concerned LL Cool J is back again Let me allow to duce you to my friend Cut-Creator He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave English revision he endour any collision Like a searcher with a scapal, he'll make the head decision As for me I'll annihilate, eggs, I'll let's 'em communicate you from rappin' and my s are the best Slow down the rap but not the subject matter All you sucker DJ's will scatter Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy The real helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name The boys' so nice, my boat is your strain You could re-arrange but you don't have the brains to arrange scratch-padders for the audio change Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous "I Need A Beat" - cut and scratched Yeah I made it, don't look astonished I had to remind you of what I've acomplished My scenario, four-door stereo Up-bein' beat, zero is the ratio Cut-Creator, LL Cool J Say: "Ole", to what we just played Rappers who don't evade instead we invade and all competitors will be slayed Any comment is a compliment No groups' talent can be the equivalent of mine and his combined Total harmony between the cuts and the rhyme So why listen the greats by the deaf of the bass Takin' out every sucker, DJin' the place A performance underated, it's not narrated So Cut-Creators social statics can't be alleviated He's dangerous Demolishin' DJ's in under a second I called an old phrase from my last record The beat alleviates, the scratch excells Except I came hear to raise some hell Searchin' up sykes and cuts like the blade He the scuser dry-smudge and make Coolay I drink at steady, the record turns many Instead of a needle, he uses a machette He scuffs the bars a-get you involved as the record revolves DJ's dissolve, usually, physically, mentally he's an innovator, greator, Cut-Creator is on the cross-fader Sometime I gotta check what I invest All Farmers Boulevard is where I rest I'm numero uno, amigo with an ego Such palms kill a France, say: En Italiano The mouth protects and I'll inject into your ears a new concept cuts soon in silence to be unfair to the Cool J phenomena, all must hail I'm dangerous |
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Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum So I inject in one more element to that of L.L. Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells During this episode vocally I explode My title is the king of the FM mode See, my volume expands to consume And my structures emote a al heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for the bell association The vocalization techniques I employ The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy The injection of bells into this beat The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet Greater insulator microphone dominator My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite These bells are gonna rock all night Rock the bells The bells make your energy escalate A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate Subject matter entitled "The Bells" The al appraisement is by L.L. My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist Cool J exists as a journalist I illuminate over any number on the Richter My throat contracts like a boa constrictor You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man As you repain, you'll say I went To torture individuals for exitement Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor Ignite and excite with verbal extensions What I'll mention will put you on pension Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble The bells and if it don't I disassemble hit if you bit I go have a fit The master impresario of al wit A hip-hop creature, concert feature Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya When I commence with excellence It eradicates levels of pestilence Upon a plateau No mortal can go Mythological characters stand below Rock the bells A B-boy symphony complete with bells No classical fanatic is parallel From the design of my s many people call me An immortalized B-boy prodigy Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range And woofers need guarding The bells rip your auditory canal Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall Be forced to assault Our position will halt Upset you with words Drink your blood like it's a malt Opposite of illusions Evidently it's true The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you Hallucinating severe convulsion Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion I came here tonight to rock These bells will never stop Rock the Bells Ya livin' on my lines side Autographs I sign Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator You reline and refine, it and you save it for later Swipe it as you type it You recite it as you bite it Then you claim it as your own to get them excited About it as you shout it You don't tell them how go it And you it and rock it Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush Use a line, I make 'em hush The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator To see ya as you bit the words You'd think you never heard The mike sings like a hummin' bird Rock the Bells Jack the Ripper King Hercules Professor of Death in the Seven Seas Grim reaper of rhyme Holder of the rock Eradicating suckers all around the clock The supreme machine A microphone dream My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude The story, the beginning of your death is heard But your cries are ignored by the kind of word I'm the super insane murderer in the rain Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein Exterminating crews with my manuscript And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit The night of the nights You're my victim tonight You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight Bein' crushed by the source It's reinforced (thoughts) Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss L.L. Cool J is your undertaker Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker Treble terminator, bass mutilator You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator On the microphone you will never recoup When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup Music virtuoso, melodical employer I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't never ever in any kind of weather Try to mess with the tall young l |
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If it's a Malibu beat subject of discussion Malibu beat subject of discuss cussion You're motivated vated to aid a percussion cussion There's no glo glory for this story story It it rock rock in any territory tory I syncopate it and design it well well Beat elevates vates the scratch excels cels All techniques are a combination of skills that I have, thought narration Last year my melody, but still complete Providing musical energy for the street s are smooth for maximum effect Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette Time-time snare had bass and cymbal Like that of a cat on the mic I'm nimble Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain... break... break... for narration Break two... break two... I'm in the center of a - I'm in the center of a musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me I'm improvin the conditions of the rap industry The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands Germany, Italy, France and Japan, it'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No butts no how's no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated Pick up your favorite magazine and read it Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower I need a beat-beat... Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought You're bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom I'm in full trating your eardrums Increasing the rate of vibration I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know I need a beat, is the title of the show-show Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist Beat programmer and lyri- ist Ladies Love Cool James, studio user A million or more screamin people abuser I predict, this jam will hit The highest plateau in the world of music Paparazzi, wealth and fame The total propulsion, of my name I need a beat.. Computer wise, and the engineer's eyes have to be very acute, education level high The product is mine, beat on the rhyme The control was part of the studio design Track after track, culminating on wax The tape has slack, rewind then back Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel A perfect place for MC's to duel... I need a beat... Farmer's Boulevard... Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James! Cut Cre-ator |
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| 4:42 |
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Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man $100'000 watch, man I sell it to you for 400 - You got 80? Dig - dig this, man I got a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man... I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well See, you're the largest liar that was ever created You and Pinocchio are brotherly related Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a treath to mankind That's a lie You know what my records is about, man You know how much money we get, man Come on (You're a liar) Me and my man Rick got millions of gold albums (That's a lie) I'm gettin cold money every day (You're a liar) You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in my office You lied about the lies that you lied about You even lied to your aunt when you went down south You lied, and a body builder kicked your butt If you was in Egypt you'd lie to King Tut You claim to do things no one could achieve You said you did things Ripley's wouldn't believe That's a lie I got this Japanese girl, man Lee, man, takes good care of me (You're a liar) Yo, she's so def, man Wipes my butt (That's a lie) Everybody be beefin, man, about what Rush doin (You're a liar) You seen my new Mercedes, man? Giant Jabber-Jaw, biggest liar I ever saw You said you got a mansion, you don't got half a floor Professor of Super Lies, you can lecture at my school You said you liked Felix Unger, sat down at the dinner talbe and drooled Your story's so remarkable, it shouldn't be revealed You said you had a Benz, you don't got four wheels That's a lie Russell Simmons I got a Maserati, man, what are you talkin 'bout? (You're a liar) I traded my 1988 Mercedes for it (That's a lie) Man, don't front, you know what Rush is about, man (You're a liar) Yo, why you be illin, man? You know what time - what time it is L.L. Cool J Then you start to lie about things you don't have You speak of limousines? You can't afford a cab Said you slapped Rowdy Piper and didn't get a hassle You promised your girl filet mignon, took her to White Castle You said you have a lot of women, you don't even know a few 'There are 8 million stories' - and they're all made up by you That's a lie Russell Simmons ...Rush, man Gives you the biggest medaillon you ever saw (You're a liar) It's gon' keep the bullets off your back (That's a lie) You know why stations play our records? Cause the kids'll tear the station apart Kids'll rip it down... L.L. Cool J Said your grandmother's 20 when your mother's 25 Said your father beat Joe Lewis, but homebody took a dive You said you used tootpaste, your teeth are yellow like my gold A brand new pair of Lee's, that's the skirt your sister stole That's a lie Russell Simmons Yo man All the girls everywhere talkin about Rush (You're a liar) Word man, Pretty Tony knocked a hoe down the other day (That's a lie) Talkin so much about 'Rush, Rush,' every time (You're liar) That hoes just be beefin, man 'Rush this and Rush that' (That's a lie) World's biggest thing, man Rush is gettin all the money, man (You're liar) ...wheel barrow full of money, ya understand me? (That's a lie) That they be rollin that shit in my office all day (You're a liar) Nothin but money, and it be green (That's a lie) Don't front, man, you know what Rush is about, man Rush gets money, man (You're liar) My Maserati is bad, man, it's blue and green - and gold (That's a lie) I just bought this hoe this milllion dollar ring, man (You're a liar) I just wanna look good, man So I got one (That's a lie) Like that, we be cold gettin money at Rush, man Jewels be them thangs (You're a liar) Rings and things, man, all that type of stuff (That's a lie) Man, I got 900 pairs of Reeboks, man ...pair of...Adidas (You're a liar) I got every color of Adiddas they ever made, man (That's a lie) My man Steve, that's a porno star, man And he be bringin them hoes to the house (You're a liar) Word man, they be over my house (That's a lie) Yo, that girl at my house, man ...Lee, man She cleans up behind me, man (You're a liar) Yo, she cleans up behind me, does everything I say, man (That's a lie) Yo man, sweet little Japanese thing, man Takin care of me, man (You're a l-) Yo, man... (That's a lie) |
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| 4:44 |
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The momentum of this party can only increase The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast And witness the force I'm about to release You'll rock!! I'm a professional producer of hip-hop songs In case you're unaware my beats are always strong I'll exterminate your crew if I don't like you with one rhyme I subdue my adversaries are through I'm the best, fascinatin' my names' Cool J I'm the royalty of rap, what else can I say Experienced, rhyme skilled, plus my voice isn't waxed Funky fresh party rocker, so let's face facts I'll dust a rapper off if I require practice Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times Composition technican with the b-boy's mind Terrorizin' emcee's instructions in my path Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph I'm the mic dominater, best of all times And you ain't heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme You'll rock!! Now I'ma tell you the mean behind the scratchin' sounds He's Cut-Creator - Philly-Philly as the DJ crown Me and him are imitatin' but never underatin' My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated The mission ain't complete without the use of his hands He makes my rhymes so fresher, my beat expands So I'll like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him A Five Man Crew, me and him will defeat them He'll scratch and wipe out all foes Turntable terrorizin' and I think you should know That were - high calibered and my names' J And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day To ring this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer I hav |
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Look girl, I'm not gonna sing cause I just don't do that I see you in between class when my mind does a task One glimpse of your eyes and my heart beats fast A mysterious fantasy, lovely young queen You're poll so subtle just like the magazine Come and visit my sister she's in the livin' room Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune Used to be my baby-sitter, I want you for my women Without you girl, my life is bitter like a lemon I want you, I want you I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by I wonder what the future holds for you and I I tell my friends favorite tales about me and you My total devotion for you is true See you get on the bus I trip as I get on My body gets warm but my mind is torn I admit you're the queen of elegant maybe I'm just another "puppy love lucids" I will tell you straight up, not to load on a letter Opportunity knocks, I feel I just better dissapear out of sight, rejection is my fright to me you're like a drug-boy, easy red light I want you, I want you To weak or wreak I can't speak I'm messin' up in school Just to hear your name girl, it's makes me drool As you sing "Full Settle" on the college choir My temperature level grows much higher Spent a night over my house with my sister and friends I wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm your cousin Your high-school year book under my pillow You walk by my window, I see your silhou-ette Candle light is what I desire But all I get to do is fix your flat tyre when you ring my bell, perfume I smell The aroma pierces through my heart-cell I tell you that my sisiter isn't here today You go away but I wish you'd stay Yes girl, I'm twistin' around your finger when you leave your perfume lingers I want you, I want you The clock tick-tocks as I lay in my bed It's visions of you circlin' through my head I sip lemon, Ice-T, read a magazine Wish we were involved in a sneaky love scene Saturday night it's time to party y'all But an unseen force has my back for the wall all eyes hit the door, red dress shines loud The moment has come, my fantasys' here now You sip Gin & Tonic with the double-hole straw Finally I get the nerve to by you one more The bar tender smirks, I whisper: "he's a jerk" I'm wearin' leather pants and a thirty dollar shit Often usin' double mints, sit back, crack a smile Tryin' to act like y'all relaxed and not a child See I'm sixteen and you're in college Love is sweet, then please give me the knowledge I want you, I want you See it's easy to detect a line that's been said What you don't know is your the women I've wanted to get for years and now I'm here sweet dear Cool in the snow under a polar bear I light your cigarette with a Raphel lighter Your dress seems like it's gettin' tighter and tighter The ice cubes' melt, the heat is felt The cards' on the table and my deal is dealt I want you, I want you I had to subsequent my soul, cowardness kept a hold on me And the key was analysed on my role as a man To instigate romance not break down and cry when you ask for a dance Some fellas talk to her but she walks by She can only say no, it's not do or die like Bedstock, it's natures' way A sweet love story from LL Cool J I want you, I want you |
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