[LL Cool J]

Yeah..

Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open

Put me on the flier and I'm guaranteed to rope in

twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at

And have em even sayin how could someone say that

they're as good as the man who just saw

{*scratched "Cool J"*} Please give me some more

of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin

If you don't know the new dance, Patti Duke'n

Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers

I'm snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers

It's a, special delivery on your front step

My picture's on the cover and the rhymes are in effect

Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground

And have you OD'n sayin, y'know, J sound

righteous, the brother did what he had to

I didn't talk about this, so I had you

sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain't keepin

his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend

But here it is, the jam of all jams

And from this day forth, MC's are gettin slammed

with the



Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh

Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh

Uhh, aww yeah!



I'm the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it

Here's a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin it

Doin a dance in tight bike pants

So get up on it (HOE!) you'll only get one chance

to work out, the soreness in your muscles

Do your own thing, even the hustle

MC's I'ma torture, that's already known

But while I'm torturin them, I'ma leave you alone

so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner

And look wild like you're tryin to get a part in a

dirty movie on the hip-hop tip

Now tell me (tell you what?) that brother L ain't tryin to flip

with the



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