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L.L. J
Serving 'em
And as you all
I am hard as

Woke up at on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I reached for a brush I don't use the picks
And the was kinda cold so I put on my kicks

Walked to the kitchen and ate some
As I bop to a of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
Connoisseur of hardcore and Cut Creator's

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I stayed there a 'cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the cologne
Then I called up on the telephone

He told me 'bout a jam that I could do on
10 g's a Limo for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnifying glass then I my beard

Rewound tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my at noon
12 came, left the door crack
The freak walked in a on her back

Put her on the rack, threw my [Incomprehensible] on
Then I threw in a tape of the storm
We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft
She said, "L.L., when you're gonna let me your tongue?"

My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the
Did it so hard I shoulda went to
She left, Earl came over and we outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a

Went up to A.J. in my fresh wheel
I'm not a sucker on the corner to scrape up a meal
The girlies want sex, the fellas try to
But those who flex end up broke necks

Signed some for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't with Chic"
We conversated with the for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the slammed the door

Due I'm a gangster people think I do crimes
They don't I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his behind

L.L. has iced all the up slobs
Vigilante of rap so to hell the mob
run from the cops, making suckers jock
And I'm only 18 making more than pops

Tormentor of toys and boys
And I dare any critic to it noise
Peeped at the clock, it said
Said later to Creator and broke out E

Went up to White Castle for a shake
'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, up, out my seat
E-Love hit the table and he made up a

Kicked a few lines, out the door
Since is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the
It was almost 7:30 and the was at nine

L.L. J will soon stand at a jam
thousands of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a hour a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my match

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda body that Jay wanna play
I said, "No to rehearse", then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl but you a new coach"

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to
mix it up baby, wanna feel you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and ain't nursery rhymes"

"And I know that you my sure side hardcore
Check out the L.L. behind closed doors
So tell your you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
the silk dress 'cause you ain't gonna need it"

"Unplug your clock, do with the light
After minutes or more you hear me say, that's right
Your body is bad and I heard you got a
When we make you can call me daddy"

"I'm L.L. J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy but I still wanna
Promise you, I'm not wack I'm in the sack
After that I leave you starving for me to back"

"But in the meantime, put your digits
And the next time I see ya I'm to town"
Stepped from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on

Took a trip the side, so I could get backstage
If you call me a tiger, then the stage is my
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy bands rust
Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like

Walked in my dressing room and then I heard knocks
They said, "L.L., you're running and it's time to rock"
Cut Creator what the order would be
Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped with E
Went onstage, I heard the scream
And that's the very I woke up from the dream