So patiently waiting to pop! shake up the soda bottle Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth Just to show you his pale horse Of course the ones that
and pave the way we pickin' up ??? of baileys and alazhay memories that make me happy yeah reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that
vase up that Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J
with the J it's the live motivator And from shore to shore and from sea to sea And everwhere that we go we're in the place to be Like that, rock the
in multiples of c // The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers // Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay Gould was cooler
adam walsh Your image faker than the hair on diana ross Too far gone inside my art form Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool But while
ha Verse 1: Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no weight Fortune 5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll
Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name So if its drama niggaz know where I live But I guarantee you'll pay some repercussions for
'll be loungin' with LL Cool J I'll be loungin' with LL, hey, hey I'll be loungin' with LL Cool J I'll be loungin' with LL, hey, hey I'll be loungin'
If a nigga got to jail that's gonaa set back my loot Should I call up the fool, that be creepin in the river Make a litter I'm doing dirt, he'll erase
unseen, know what I'm saying? Still unseen, and since you still looking We're gonna bring it [Danja Mowf] Yo, the mistake that is made many times that
a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J
what you standin there for Cause I'm the one that do that music Ya feel but you still refuse this Let me in the door [Verse 1: Cash Image] Right now
, dead em all Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
-Also Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth Just to show you his pale horse Of course the ones that
have the mister Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin' Ex-LL Cool J fan from
sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "He'll never make it, his
[2Pac] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy