To Da Break Of Dawn - LL Cool J

To Da Break Of Dawn - LL Cool J (埃勒·酷)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know sayin
L L Cool J style
What
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
What is a panther A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens
Strong as liquor to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million so competitors bow
Homeboy hold on my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong brother you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know just like a sumo
Put him in Pampers leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
Gettin crushed by a L L theme
Somethin like Shaft put you in a cask' - bo
You little blood-clot boy you must not know
The rep I keep the MC's I peep sweep play cheap
And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yukmouth smile
Cause brother you ain't got no style
Keep on
Yeah
Keep on
Hey yo that's kinda funky
But check this out here
Immaculate styles I use to abuse
MC's so light the fuse
And spread the news you lose
To the damager microphone manager
Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
That amateur swingin a hammer
From a body bag so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin the gift but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to play post clown
You know the L L 's back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin get to walkin
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin
Huh you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer but you couldn't break a glass
Gimme a lighter - woof
Now you're cut loose
From that jherri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya I'mma give you a slap
That's right a little kick for that crap
Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
Yeah
Funk it up
I said keep on
Check this out
How dare you stand beside me
I'm Cool I freeze I-c-e
On your trail and I'mma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'mma drink you down over the rocks
While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L L 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix but I got a bag of tricks
Mr Pusherman gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
You little hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So tell me how you like your coat cream
On a cone in a bowl or in a wet dream
With your tv on channel fuzz
Uncle L that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dollars catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
Yeah
I say keep on
Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know msayin
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin on this Bartles