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Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin Yeah aight But we need a beat that they can front to Oh, that'll work Be funky You know what I'm sayin? (Cars ride by with the boomin systems) (Cars ride by) Funky For all the cars out there And all the brothers That like to front in their rides Check it out You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around 12 o'clock at night with your windows down Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots Push the E-Q and play connect the dots Leanin to the side, people everywhere The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare Big beats bumpin with the bass in back All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack Cos they don't understand why I act this way Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this Mind your business Now pass it around Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound People in the street see me bobbin my head While I'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said I'm frontin, and I don't care if you know The backseat of my car is like a disco show You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne |
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(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman is scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion Using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap but petty You're ready for loving You're real independent so your parents be bugging But if you ever need a place to stay (Oooh you love me) Come around my way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here You say meet me half way Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your home girls crew While the businessmen in suits be hawking you Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining I think you in the mood for whining and dining So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me shook) I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh yea I need an around the way girl Around the way girl That's the one for me The only one for me I need an around the way girl An around the way girl Fine as can be (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (You got me shook up shook down shook out) (till fade) |
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Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Bring on the mo's and ho's Don't snooze or doze Cause I'm rippin up shows Hold your nose, dead bodies are around I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown I write |
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Nah y'all nah y'all uh-uh I ain't disrespectin though I'm just sayin it happen to me It can happen to him How you doin? What's your name? Uh, mmm, haha Oh you're his girl Hello my name is Mr. Goodbar I'm came to offer champagne Later on maybe I'll tell |
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| 5. |
| 3:56 |
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The big showdown the display is skill I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right And I'll take ya life and take ya like python I'ma do you wrong Any emcee who you wan |
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| 5:10 |
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Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya Nothin can save ya scratched Nothin Just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Keep 'em there Yo run the jewels run the jewels run the jewelsI used to be rollin like a millionaire Cash |
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| 4:28 |
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(Hey man, don't you realize In order for us to make this thing work, man We've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?) Ba-ha-ha-ha... Yes, yes, y'all Ah, ah That's funky Yeah Hey yo, Marley, man Yo, what's up, man? Hey yo, man You know We was gettin busy on the album everyday We been gettin funky, but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers Knowmsayin? Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some of them early MC's You used to be kickin it with back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet But first I gotta like introduce it Youknowmsayin? Aight, kick it...Back in the days, before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man Talkin bout big money and future plans I always told the brothers, if I got a contract When the money started flowin, I'd be back To do a jam, against all odds Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Boulevard Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb explosion Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp-ass claws, and I break all laws In a while all jaws, cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved (Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk Or walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sport Football, soccer, whatever you savour You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor Ha! L'll have you breakin locks I'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for years No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears 'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers On the Boulevard Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here Hey yo, hey yo Hey yo Uncle L, let's go... Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip Yo, what's up, man Kick a little somethin Kick out the can and slam Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up And the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-up Some step aside, but a few play me close Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried And the fool who wants to deal with another dose I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose Farmers Boulevard, the place Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to Leatherface Smokin MC's in an instant At my side bustin caps is T-Boogie, my assistant Throw that speaker in the trash Why's that? Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash Big Money Grip makin you get up Farmers Crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up Yo, yo, yo It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man Yo, what's up Hi C... Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme More than a line on time, because I'm gettin mine Never underestimate the skill of a great one The Boulevard Lord, shorts, never take none Another funky rapper from around the way Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past Any punks on the block, yo, never could last And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag (One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag) Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo It's kinda funky out here Yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I was - Yo, what's up? [ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man Youknowmsayin? Farmers Boulevard, baby Yo, I was kinda - I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it But yo, L Won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people, aight? Aight, let me sum this up Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we're from Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get none F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test Marley Marl in the background doin the rest Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato Get up out my face before I play you like Play-Doh I did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers BoulevardKeep on (Farmers Boulevard) To the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all Yes, yes, y'all You don't stop |
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| 8. |
| 4:53 |
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C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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| 9. |
| 3:56 |
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Ooh yeah Mh Hey yo, man Ain't nothin like a nice bowl of cornflakes in the morning to smooth you out Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest female of them all? It was Frosted Flake, she loved to bowl And although her skin was white she had a lot of soul Rich female, very debonnaire Drivin a Rolls with rollers in her hair We was hangin out, pumpin the stereo She took me to a club, I think the name was Cheerio's She walked like she was jumpin a hurdle I was happy as a kid that just saw _Mutant Ninja Turtles_ A guy walked over, said, "Your earring's cute" I said, "I'm wearin a earring, but it ain't no Fruit Loop" Me and Frosted went to get a drink But she ordered somethin bugged and I ain't know what to think She ordered potassium, calcium Carbohydrate scotch with sodium She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth She's Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal I went to Vegas, didn't think it'd do any harm I walked into this girl named Lucky Charm For some reason we walked in the rain She had a four-leaf clover with a big gold chain She had a salary that was full of calories, for real And I was in the mood for a homecooked meal So we went to be alone But we had to be quiet, cause her cornpops was home Kissed her neck, kissed her back, kissed her arms I said, "Forget it, let me see your lucky charms" When we began her hairstyle was neat But when I left the next morning it looked like shredded wheat Talked about marriage, I said, "That's risky Besides, it's such a waste of Rice Crispies" She had a robe with the velours material Her pops woke up, I said, "Hello Mr. Cereal I came this morning to deliver the paper" He said, "Stop frontin, I know you caught the vapors That's my daughter, so save your croonin You better find another bowl of cereal to stick your spoon in" Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Yeah, check this out here: Then there was Pebbles, times was rough She was turnin tricks to get her 'coo-coo puff!' Her mind was gone, but she turned me on, in fact She was wearin an Apple Jack hat With a full-link fox and some pink bobby-socks Her father had a greedy disease, fried chicken pocks We called him Hungry Jack He talked like pops, and then he dressed like The Mack He invited me out to lunch With a old army buddy of his, Captain Crunch The waiter said, "Jack, what would you like today?" He said, "I don't know, just make it Special, 'K?" He said, "Cool," came back with the order That's when I said, "Hey yo, Jack, I like your daughter" He said, "Pebbles? Boy, are your crazy? I said, "Nah, I wanna ride in a Mercedes She could sing while I'm swingin my thing Cause her burgers taste better than Burger King" He said, "Go party, do some minglin You and my daughter, your brain must be jinglin" I said, "It's smooth, no disrespect She'll sign a pre-nup, so she don't get half of my week check" Then we walked down the aisle Our honeymoon was milky - cereal style You know what I'm sayin? Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal Milky Ha-ha-ha Peace! |
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| 5:00 |
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[And you say New York City... (They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk. People spread gossip and believe what they must, but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust. A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed, and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed. Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice); and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice. I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan- -natics of the Asiatic miracle man. Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real. Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel. He's so-so, I got the instinct. They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink. You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love: Let me see your earrings jingle, love... I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you. That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul. Rise, suprise, and I advise you all. To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt. My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh. I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch. Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch. You're real funny, you really try to go for yours. But I know why: you ain't had no dough before. So you tried and lied to drain my fame. This ain't a game, yo, you know my name. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now, dance to my remix single... When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think, cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink. And tried to run down that, I can't get over that garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son. I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'. Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins. Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it. Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to the mother!) Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker, and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker. Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now... lemme see your earrings jingle... .break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me, your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B. You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice, but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice. Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb. Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves. Played your hand, lost track of your plan, when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man. Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get. I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin', you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'. You know you can't create and get mean like this; when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! When it's all over, said and done, my friend, they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again." So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop. Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop. I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor. Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter) [And you say New York City] |
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| 4:34 |
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(To da break of dawn) All my sex involved As we get funky Rhymes so bizarre Everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects And I can't resist So we get funky in the house Youknowmsayin? L.L. Cool J style What? This ain't on a pop tip Check it out What is a panther? A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow Made another million, so competators bow Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on Ha, you can't handle the whole weight Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up french fry I'm that type of guy And I slammed you know, just like a sumo Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yukmouth smile Cause brother, you ain't got no style Keep on (To da break of dawn) (To da break of dawn) Yeah Keep on (To da break of dawn) Hey yo, that's kinda funky But check this out here (Rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Yeah... Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse And spread the news, you lose To the damager, microphone manager Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur That amateur swingin a hammer >From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift But I'm the wrong brother to dance with Cause I don't need a partner to swing Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town So don't try to play post, clown You know the L.L.'s back in town And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down (_shot_) Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone Stop dancin, get to walkin Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose >From that jherri curl juice Cool J is back on the map And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap That's right, a little kick for that crap Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) Funk it up I said keep on (To da break of dawn) (Yo, rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Check this out Yeah... How dare you stand beside me I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients But I'ma drink you down over the rocks While I freak on your album cover jocks You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason that your record sold a few copies But your rhymes are sloppy Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief Workin in a parking lot A brother with a perm deserves to get burned So tell me how you like your coat cream? On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? With your tv on channel fuzz Uncle L, that's how much damage he does Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin Over here at Marley Marl house Just coolin out My man Clash in the house Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler Loungin back Keep on Peace |
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Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, six minutes I know why you're here I ain't sayin nothin Aiyyo baby I know why you're here I know what you're doing I can see it in your eyes you're up to somethin I know what it is, but we're still cool And we can |
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Yo baby Put your seatbelt on I got my paperwork, don't worry It's cool Illegal search (Do you wanna see it?) (I'm gonna do it) What the hell are you lookin for? Can't a young man make money anymore? Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor Or is |
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Somethin real smooth Yeah, yeah Yeah We'll get into the groove Power of God move Somethin real smooth Somethin you need to take heed to A basehead cleaned up his act He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back Decided, he could find a much better way to live You know the way - positive Without all the negative chemicals and drugs Without all the hangin with the envious thugs Never before was a man so far behind And came back to rule for a long time Positive will explode when you light me My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred When they felt the power of God Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain He doesn't understand the power of a ??? Doesn't realize I'm rollin with a team Avengin angels will come and burn All those who saw, but refused to learn He has no color, no shape, and no form And like I told you before, I'm just gettin warm Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard You can feel the power of God Money is small and the soul stands tall All those who don't realize this, fall The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool And it's cool to be in school And overcome and overpower, but still uplift Your mind is a gift You're somebody, whether you know it or not Outside the weather is hot People walk around with their minds in a daze Never take the time to stop and give praise You're lucky to live in this world Even the starvin boys and girls Cause life is a gift in itself And only certain people are blessed with good health I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd I can feel the power of God Youknowmsayin And G is the seventh letter made Yeah G is the seventh letter made The power of God Yeah The babies, we gotta teach em, and hold em Send em to school, so we can teach em, and mold em Shape em, and make em take form Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm Harmless and innocent Until they're taught to be violent, and militant This mentality gotta be erased by faith The 12th hour is comin, we're close to the 8th Get a chapter, and gain some knowledge If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college It's not about bein black or white It's about everybody bein a right I pulled out my mic, and the devil got hit hard He felt the power of God And G is the seventh letter made Power of god G is the seventh letter made That was just a word to the wise Uprise Cause we definitely gotta unify And we need unity in times like these We got to stick together Cause we as a people All people Gotta make it to the promised land Peace |
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C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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