Ll Cool J

Ll Cool J - Say What lyrics

Most thugz front when they get the change (say what)

Some thugz hit the blunt when they get to state (say what)

Like thugz that make cheddar then they make plans

[Verse 1]

I cool J N.Y. two K rule milleniums with my compadres

They toungue slay with really nothing to say

They pack guns but I stack one's

I'm second to none my hot streak's just begun uh

You wanna bring beef you got to serve it well done

You ran the wrong way now you living on the run

Not some, each one are bums, everyone

Coughed up a lung became my son, planes, I brung, platinum weighs a ton

Heavy on the chest, I pity all the rest, I put em to the test, I spit it like

I'm blessed

I testify, I have no need to lie, I buried many, still many wanna die

I zone out crazy, staring don't faze me, got yo whole strategy shook, It's

full daisy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Clap, reload, clap, reload, got yo pegion sittin in my lap, E-X Plode

Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat, cause once you cross over baby ain't no

coming back

Believe that, I blows when I hit that, shop till I get that, never mind a

setback

No time to wet that, a lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that

Creep with my Cd, don't let em know you buy that

Wanted a snitch, one in a whip with the Lo-Jack, callin 9-1-1 to get the L L

back

O-Ri-Ginal bells L L, rock em till the fell, competiton bail

Look like Mitch Green when Mike had him swell

Wrote all them rhymes, and never gon sell

Meanwhile I'm counting prezzies in the tel

And in meanwhile I throw my baby in Chanel

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on

Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on

Layin low to catch you on stage, so I could run on

Matta of fact you not my level, I throw my son on

Mission is complete, technique is unique, uh, defeat, the rhyme weak

Yo mind a deep weak, you wanna make beats and give Jeeps the creeps

Even if you walking wit yo walkman in the streeta, acted gassed up, but you

really on E

How you coutin yo papaer kid witout a G.E.D

Slow down let me do my thing now hold up

Maybe that's the reason you streesed, quick to roll up

Put the L down, pick the other L. L. up

Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe up

Watch me closely, (Boom Boom) I'ma blow up

Spend the whole rest of my life, stacking doe up

[Chorus]

Whoo, Bennie Bigs you hot with this one dog...

.....talking untill end

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