Ll Cool J - Hit Factory Freestyle lyrics

<i>[DJ Enuff]</i>

Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own

Aight, who dat there?

<i>[DJ Kay Slay]</i>

Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way

Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down

<i>[Enuff]</i>

Yo son what's poppin?

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL thing

Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill Bomb was it man

But I know y'all got more in store man

<i>[Enuff]</i>

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City

We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J

Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>

Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent

That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant

I put it down from the gutter to the tenement

It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent

And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough

Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby

Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop

It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks

Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock

Splashin niggas I came slow through the block

I'm, the original, visual, individual

Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical

Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal

Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal

You wanna freestyle fuck that

I need at least seven figures to even touch that

But since everybody was underestimatin my format

I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that

Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me

Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me

Talk about paper, I can talk about broads

I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards

Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four

And 2001'll be mine, by law

Why name me Greatest Of All Times?

Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line

Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine

With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find

Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits

My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch

Back in the days it was the M fast stick

But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick

This ones for <i>[distorted]</i> and my Riker's Island niggas

That remember when I came through

The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74

Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home

Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby

Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum

Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...

<i>[DJ Kay Slay]</i>

Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL Cool J

Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine That

I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff

Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down

Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>

DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff

You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by

The one givin me a feeling that I can't deny

You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh

Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye

Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror

Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more clearer

You turn me on, keep me standin up

I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough

I come up to your job and handcuff your boss

Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off

Then sit you up on the copy machine

Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between

Then I take you to the window so the world can see

Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be free

Curl tongue come get up on this desk with me

Multiple orgasms is your destiny

<i>[LL and LeShaun]</i>

Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide

Imagine That

It aint my fault that my broads collide

Imagine That

Knock your girls off two at a time

Imagine That

Disrespect you and still make you mine

<i>[Kay Slay]</i>

Ahh man I like the way this shit is going down

DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos <i>[record scratching]</i>

Hit me up with some more of that flavor

<i>[LL]</i>

Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the

Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells, Def Jam

Collabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,

(goddam!) me, yeah, feel this baby, (keep it going)

I'm (Incredible) (what nigga) outrageous

Turn money like encyclopedia pages

Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages

Paid in full European shit, fuck Avis

Rocks in ears, blingin the atmosphere

Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year

But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear

Love a chick to give me head while I shampoo her hair

Head to the back baby, no more tears

You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more clear

Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for years

And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared

And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs

For being overcritical with uncle get it on

I burn your magazine, god'll intervene

Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

<i>[DJ Enuff]</i>

As we keep it movin, brand new flavor

We call this one Hello, featuring Amil

Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella crew

Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd

Go cop that in the stores

Big up to all the ladies, aight, c'mon

<i>[LL and Amil 6X]</i>

Hello, hello

Yo, yo

<i>[woman's voice]</i>

Honey on the telephone

<i>[LL]</i>

You're the, 212 or 718

Or 914 I love it hardcore

When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw

Imagine every world we could both explore

<i>[Amil]</i> Hello

Baby what you wearin right now

<i>[Amil]</i> Hot pants

My girl aint around let's get down

And I hope the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap

<i>[Amil]</i> I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back

Nigga you like that

You see you runnin up my bill

Mama might hear me but you just too ill

I get your flicks lined up, stereo low

Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow

If I was there what would you do

<i>[Amil]</i> I'd lay you on your back

Ride or Die daddy and I love it like that

<i>[Enuff]</i>

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor

Aight, LL Cool J baby

August 22nd

<i>[LL]</i>

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls

No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball

The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'all

No disrespect, but y'all know what he's called

The L L C O O L J, spell that shit

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats

Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back

Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks

I step up, you step back

Crucify ya, execution other men

The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit blend

My rain won't end, my crown don't bend

From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen

To the page, to the stage, career wise, half my age

Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade

New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid

Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin paid

The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone

I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home

If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death

If you could match a third of my success you blessed

<i>[Enuff]</i>

That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T.

The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that

Don't fuck with the bootleggers, aight

I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me

Aight, and before we shut it down, aight

I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight

The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son

<i>[Bimmy]</i>

Thank you, God bless you, good night...