Ll Cool J

Ll Cool J - How I'm Comin' lyrics

boom bash, wake up, I set it off right

look around and turn your wet dream to fright night

you can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother

word to my grandmother

I buck you in the head just to let ya know

stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'

drag it out of ya, bring it on

I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond

I know you want a piece of the champ

but you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp

you thought I went for the flip

but I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip

I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear

jump inside your video, bust you with a chair

smack slap smack slap smack slap smack

just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back

smack slap smack slap smack slap smack

click click boom, stop dead in your tracks

stick the steel in your mouth

buck buck buck buck buck, lights out

<i>[Chorus]</i>

(I'm comin')

How ya comin' baby?

(I'm comin')

this is how I'm comin'

the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean

(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine

fourteen shots to your dome kid

I'm doin' time in the game like a bid

movin' rhymes like a package

so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged

shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that

and then some, dead dead dead, one by one

never step to a real man

'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program

they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends

but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz

word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya

gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya

boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow

unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down

my new album ain't no joke

you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?

I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob

hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob

what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel

you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel

movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal

take off your clothes and taste the steel

<i>[Chorus]</i>

check baby

rockabye baby on the roof top

open up your mouth and taste my gallot

when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall

down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all

splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'

another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit

the way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted

non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded

get your face out the bill, catch the thrill

carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill

the thought of you gettin' scared turns me on

like my first telivision with my backup tip hard

so where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty?

it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty

you look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy

and ain't no way that you can rehearse for me

murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure

it's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger

put up your women, your crib, your speakers

your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers

your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks

got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough

bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had

a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad

dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead

try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head

I pull your file, click

I know you're good to style, blow

livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile

what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?

obey your momma, be on your best behavior

it's never endin' and I am recommendin'

you put your name as Brendan

I see y'all that is blendin'

the message that I'm sendin'

is there ain't no pretendin'

get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'

this is how I'm comin'

how ya comin' baby?

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