Tytuł: Say What

• Wykonawca: Ll Cool J
• Wyświetleń: 277

[Chorus]
  Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
  Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
  Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans (say what?)
  
  I, Cool J, NY2K
  Rule milleniums with my compadres
  They tounges sway with really nothing to say
  They pack guns, but I stack funds
  I'm second to none
  My hot streak's just begun
  You wanna bring beef? You got to serve it well-done
  You ran the wrong way, now you livin' on the run
  Not some, each one's a bum, every one
  Coughed up a lung, became my son
  Flames I brung, platinumn weighs a ton
  Heavy on the chest, I pitty 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, starin' don't faze me
  Got ya whole strategy shook
  It's too daisy
  
  [Chorus]
  Clack, relaod, clack, reload
  Got ya pictures sittin' in my lap
  He explode
  Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
  'Cause once you cross over baby, ain't no comin' back
  Beleive that
  I flows when I hit that
  Strive till I get that
  Never mind a set-back
  No time to wet that
  A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that
  Creep wit' my CD, don't let 'em know you buy that
  One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
  Call a 911 to get the LL back
  Original bells, LL
  Rocked them till they fell
  Competition bailed
  Looked like mince green when mic had 'em swelled
  Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell
  Meanwhile, I'm countin' prezzies in the the 'tel
  And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in Chanelle
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
  Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
  Layin' low to catch you on stage so I can run on
  Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on
  Mission is complete, technique is unique
  Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
  Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
  Even if you walkin', wit' ya walkman in the street
  Actin' gassed up, but you really on need
  How you countin' your paper kid, without a GED?
  Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
  Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
  Put the L down, picked the other LL up
  Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up
  Watch me closely, boom! I'm a blow-up
  And spend the whole rest of my life stackin' dough up
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Whoo, Vinnie Biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
  Roundtree
  Rock The Bells
  Unh, Brian Daughtery
  Unh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
  Know what I mean? we gonna keep gettin' paper
  This is real
  This is real, right here
  Rock The Bells
  It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
  Know what I'm sayin'?
  I'm feelin' it like you feelin' it
  ha ha, word up
  I'm lovin' it like you lovin' it baby
  Rewind it, it's short