MOH. RAFI

MOH. RAFI - Chala Chal Chala Chal lyrics

[Chorus: LL Cool J and girl (repeat 4X)]

(They're jinglin, baby) Go 'head, baby

[LL Cool J]

They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk

Records I recorded minus all the junk

People spread gossip and believe what they must

while I slam dunk {fags} and make em bite the dust

A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed

and put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed

Check out the - pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice y'all

and I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice

You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan-

-natics of the Asiatic miracle man

Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real

If you're another brother's fan? Forget how you feel

cause he's so-so, I got the instinct

They call me Deputy Dog, now put your {ass} in the clink

Innovating, devestating, and dope on the single now

let me see your earrings jingle

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and {fucked} you

That {shit} you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you

no good {niggaboo} tryin to base

How we livin Holmes? Get out my face!

I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall

I 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

I'm top-notch, you're still playin hop-scotch

Now I'ma 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

Forget all the MC's who like to mingle

Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]

When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think

You grabbed the microphone like your {shit} don't stink

And tried to run down that; I can't get over that

{bullshit} you were sayin - you call that a battle rap?

How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?

I'm Cool J, yo you don't understand, son

I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin

Now you look stupid like that {bitch} Ms. Givens

Whoever geesed you up; nah, how should I say it?

Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it

Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother

I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to my mother!)

Takin out suckers while the ladies pucker

and rollin over {niggaz} like a redneck trucker

Innovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, now

Lemme see your earrings jingle

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]

Yeah baby, you know what I mean?

You like be jinglin crazy, word

(yeah yeah yeah)

All over this funky beat

You be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglin

and shakin all over the place and all (mm-hmm)

It's like real, it's real wild to me honey yaknahwhatImean?

The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrd

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]

Can't believe you tried to grip 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

I serve to curbs, I never swerve I'm superb

Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves

You played your hand, lost track of your plan

When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man

I'm a 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 triflin toy-boy

I gotta enlighten, 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 say, "That {bad motherfucker} 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'ma deliver and give a speech with vigor

I drink some Olde E and start waxin {niggaz}

[Chorus 2X]

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