"To Da Break Of Dawn"

   
Yeah

(To da break of dawn)

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
Youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out

[ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Kool Moe Dee ]
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 competators 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
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah...

[ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ]
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
(_shot_) Gimme that microphone
I'ma 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'ma 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
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah...

[ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ]
How dare you stand beside me
I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma 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
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin back
Keep on
Peace

"6 Minutes Of Pleasure"

   
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, six minutes

[Sample]
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo baby I know why you're here
I know what you're doing
I can see it in your eyes you're up to somethin
I know what it is, but we're still cool
And we can socialize, I'm peepin ya baby
I'm holdin back I'm not lettin go
Cause a fool doesn't have a shoulder to cry on
So, give me a kiss and you service
Whether you like a mister or a miss

[Chorus - sample in the background]
[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
Baby you're my dear I know why you're here
I know why you came I know what you're thinkin
I know what you need and that's what I've got
You think I'm goin crazy no I'm not drinking
I know what you want, I made ya want it
Take my hand listen to the man
You have a plan don't even risk it
What do you want - a biscuit?

[Chorus - sample in the background]
[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, six minutes
(I ain't sayin nothin)
Six minutes, six minutes

[LL Cool J]
Honey, I know what you're up to I know how you're livin
I know where you go when you leave my house
I know what your dreams are but I dream too
Your with a man your not with a mouse
I see how you stare I see how you smile
I see right through now act like you knew
I know all about where you been runnin
Wipe your feet before you come in

[Chorus - sample in the background]
[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
Yeah, that's smooth, let's just sit here and relax
while my man plays the piano for us
Sip somethin mellow
And it's us while you're here
But of course I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
OK, now that you know I know you know that I know you know
And that's the move so sit right here
Whisper in my ear caress my chest
And say somethin smooth but don't forget
I'll know what you'll say
Just what I thought I know the routine
I know the routine just what I thought
I know you tell the truth I know you don't lie
Ssssssshhhhhhh, close your eyes

[Chorus - sample in the background]
[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
I won't tell if you won't tell
It's cool with me I know why you're here
I ain't sayin nothin
I ain't sayin nothin
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[Sample]
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[Sample]
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin nothin

[LL Cool J]
I know you don't love me
But I ain't sayin nothin
(I know why you're here)
I ain't sayin

"Illegal Search"

   
Yo baby
Put your seatbelt on
I got my paperwork, don't worry
It's cool

[ The Flex ]
Illegal search

(Do you wanna see it?)

(I'm gonna do it)

[ VERSE 1 ]
What the hell are you lookin for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor
Or is it my job to make sure I'm poor?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Keep a cigar in between my jaws
I drink champagne, to hell with Coors
Never sold coke in my life, I do tours
Get that flashlight out of my face
I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace
I got cash and real attorneys on the case
You're just a joker perpetratin a ace
You got time, you wanna give me a taste
I don't smoke cigarettes, so why you're lookin for base?
You might plant a gun, and hope I run a race
Eatin in the messhall, sayin my grace
You tried to frame me, but it won't work
Illegal search

[ The Flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ L.L. Cool J ]
I'm totally relaxed

[ The Flex ]
Illegal searchin

[ L.L. Cool J ]
Illegal search

[ The Flex ]
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Gotta, gotta, gotta...

[ VERSE 2 ]
I call it nice, you call it a 'drug car'
I say 'disco', you call it a 'drug bar'
I say 'nice guy', you call me Mr. Good Bar
I made progress, you say, "Not that far"
I just started it, you're searchin my car
But all my paperwork is up to par
It's in my Uncle's name, so the frame won't work
Chump - illegal search

[ The Flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ L.L. Cool J ]
Illegal search

You won't find nothin

[ VERSE 3 ]
On the turnpike, and everything's right
In the background is flashin lights
Get out the car in the middle of the night
It's freezin cold, and you're doin it for spite
Slam me on the hood, yo, that ain't right
You pull out your gun if I'm puttin up a fight
My car, my clothes, and my girl is hype
But you wanna replace my silver stripes
You're a real man, your uniform is tight
Fingerprint me, take me name and height
Hopin it will, but I know it won't work
Illegal search

(Do you wanna see it?)

[ L.L. Cool J ]
Hey yo, Marley
Get funky

[ The Flex ]
Illegal illegal illegal search

[ L.L. Cool J ]
Real funky

(I'm gonna do it for ya)
(I'm gonna do it)

[ L.L. Cool J
Keep it right there
Funk it up

[ VERSE 4 ]
I was sued to court, the case got thrown out
I'm that man that you all read about
Put me in jail, you're doin it for clout
I only got one question: what's that all about?
Jail is somethin that I can do without
Case dismissed, and now you wanna pout
You feel like tryin it again, but you know it won't work
Illegal search

[ The Flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ L.L. Cool J ]
Illegal search
But I got all my ID, and my car's registered

Illegal searchin
Illegal search

And them cops out there
That did the wrong thing to one of my brothers
In Jersey
Keep on searching
Youknowmsayin?
Cause that was foul

Peace

"The Power Of God"

   
Somethin real smooth
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin real smooth
Somethin you need to take heed to

A basehead cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way - positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin with the envious thugs
Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God

Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a ???
Doesn't realize I'm rollin with a team
Avengin angels will come and burn
All those who saw, but refused to learn
He has no color, no shape, and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just gettin warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God

Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot
People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin boys and girls
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God

Youknowmsayin
And G is the seventh letter made
Yeah
G is the seventh letter made

The power of God

Yeah

The babies, we gotta teach em, and hold em
Send em to school, so we can teach em, and mold em
Shape em, and make em take form
Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant
This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter, and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein black or white
It's about everybody bein a right
I pulled out my mic, and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God

And G is the seventh letter made
Power of god
G is the seventh letter made

That was just a word to the wise
Uprise
Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together
Cause we as a people
All people
Gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

"How I'm Comin'"

   
boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
you can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother
word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
but you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
you thought I went for the flip
but I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
stick the steel in your mouth
buck buck buck buck buck, lights out

[Chorus]
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
this is how I'm comin'

the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine
fourteen shots to your dome kid
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
movin' rhymes like a package
so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
and then some, dead dead dead, one by one
never step to a real man
'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya
boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down
my new album ain't no joke
you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob
what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
take off your clothes and taste the steel

[Chorus]

check baby

rockabye baby on the roof top
open up your mouth and taste my gallot
when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all
splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'
another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
the way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded
get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
the thought of you gettin' scared turns me on
like my first telivision with my backup tip hard
so where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty?
it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
you look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
and ain't no way that you can rehearse for me
murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
it's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
put up your women, your crib, your speakers
your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks
got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough
bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know you're good to style, blow
livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile
what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
obey your momma, be on your best behavior
it's never endin' and I am recommendin'
you put your name as Brendan
I see y'all that is blendin'
the message that I'm sendin'
is there ain't no pretendin'
get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'

this is how I'm comin'
how ya comin' baby?

"Buckin' 'Em Down"

   
[Intro: LL Cool J]
Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
Ah yeah, who we doing?

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
and let the hot-ass-lead-loose [gun shots]
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pick...

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit
Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in
Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down...

"A Little Somethin'"

   
[LL Cool J]
Here we go - another funky style
Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle"
Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile
To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild
This here part is like section one
so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns
Early mornin' light is yet to come
And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun
Females - let your hair down
Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown
with the funky sound, the razzamatazz
you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast
Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons
Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied
and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone
Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all night long
and all you mothers, bring your kids along

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...)

[LL Cool J]
Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this
funky-like type of stuff
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff
Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs
I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver
Don't stop till you get it on
With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all
Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static
Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic
You were searchin' for the funk and I had it
Here we go - hand over the cash yo
What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco
Work your body like a dime, oh no
Do the freaky-deaky - the whole girls' cargo
Females on the side - we gotta win 'em, yeah
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah
Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber
Makes me sick like an earthquake
So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make
Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house
must be eatin' hardy
And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya
And clinically proven - damn!!
Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz
Get on down, to the sure-shot sound
Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'...)

[LL Cool J]
Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound
Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down
Put ya body in the lost and found
(Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down
What you see is what you get
And all the words who's next to be the teachers pet?
Down-home monkey - corn fed, original
And what you do is up to you, the individual
This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers
with the rebel mentality
Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us?
Skin so smooth lookin' all (???)
Video to video, tape to tape
Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate
Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge
Too many people in the crib
The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy
and yes we are ready to funk it up steady
ain't nothin' here petty
Trip down to your laund-a-ray - I'm ready!!
Hold your horse, and baby feel the force
and get jaws off - no matter what the cost
Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove
Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes
to a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove
I know the Marley remix to make you move

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin'

"Pink Cookies In A Plastic Bag Getting Crushed By Buildings"

   
The act of makin love...is...

[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
and put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
and set'em free from thier doom.
just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
when we begin
the wheel of furtune it spins
holdin'
the rhythm like elastic
moldin'
your whole body like plastic
so why try to deny what ya already know ya love
up above
cause the mania
hysteria
in the streets
while ya lovers gettin merrier
in the sheets
I met this lady named
sweet young thing and
she gave me that feelin
that sunshine bring in.
Hordable
sportable
totally affordable
silky smooth
voice was real audible.
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
she said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw.
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
for you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
make ya feel Bran Nubien
in-stant-ly.
Boogie Down
and check this Production.
Gimme them lips
they look good for suction.
She said, "Sweet tease
cool with a little almond joy
on the side
just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
turn on the lights
and see me on the couch.
I said, "Do the jingle
and your from around the way.
I like your earrings
L's
but anyway...
Your grand-daddy is
here to spread cheer.
Somethin nice and smooth
with my tounge in your ear.
Give me a snack
some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
Ice Cube T
or if you prefer the
taste of honey Kid
ride in my Capri and
that's the joint
they got the real clear CD in.
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."

[REFRAIN (x2)]

She was Chubb-y and
ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
part of my private stock and
ridin in the relax
frame of mind and
hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Hammer timin.
Incredible.
So edible
and unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more.......
When I get ready for a showcase
put together well
I go deep
and have an oil well
show and tell.
I said, "Yo-Yo!
You're so intelligent
and elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
with another MC
I got what I want
right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
he's a MD.
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
of a freaky situation
with a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list.
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
ride.
Can you hear?
Never fear
whatcha hear.
What ya hear
is it clear?
Understand
and love ya big dear
and I will appear
my dear
with a beer
and bags full of cheer
and waterbed...
YEAH!
Cause I rumble and groan.
She said, "You got to be bad to
make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
on the way your life shown.
Booyaa!
How I'm jumpin' your bones
like a Grand
Master in a Flash.
Put out your cigarette
and rest your tired ash.
All I wanna do
is make woopie
your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
when you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
you got the sexual profile.

[REFRAIN]

"Straight From Queens"

   
Uncle
rippin the microphone
and blowin the stage apart.
These MC's ain't got no heart
they need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin 'em down
best at least
f***in 'em up up at least
smackin 'em in a pilek
now have a stomp and a smile G.
Raisin
replacin
like Jason
when I be chasin
these rappers
machetti style
choppin down
their petty style's bassin
All in my face
you got the mic
but I gotta getcha off it
you got my rhyme
now cough it
brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
You're nada
know nota
I'm hotter
You're a slow trotter.
Karate
switch the e into an a
and it's karata.
When I come on
I'm rippin it up
just like a madman.
I fly your head
chop off your legs
and make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
all of them I rub out.
You know the time
what's on your mind
you know I never go out.
I be breakin bouts
ya boys
your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
stick the fork in you
you're done G.

The instrument'll rip
with the ultimate
of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
whenever I go
I guarantee
the flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
just like a 9
kickin it off in half the time
takin a break
and makin mine
you're way behind.
Ya needed a title
and all the uncle
made your title for ya
hopin
and prayin
and wishin
that I can't rap
but I rip all a yall
in half
look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
ya kick it
Mmmmm I see goodies
gimme the mic and hoodie
now I'll dick it.
Any
the every
the his
the hers
of those
of theirs
of them.
I see your title
around your neck
just swingin loose
I take your gem.
I'm takin it off you neck
with every line that I select
and rappin it up and cuttin
while I'm starin
with disrespect.
Bustin off
yeah
squeezin like a vice grip
blowin ya off the stage
into the crowd
so have a nice trip.

I'm takin control
I hold
the microphone is good as gold
fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
totem pole.
Turnin it out
and gettin wrecked
is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
puttin his head
inside the pavement.
Burnin 'em up
just like a flame thrower
rippin 'em
with the cool flower.
Takin 'em out in pairs
like the man, Noah
Holdin 'em up
just like a trophy
for the world to see.
You really ain't superb
you see
you're goin out
like a girl to me.
Takin your little
boo-hoo baby
tear drop
cryin style
breakin it down
until there's dust
and I'ma vacuum up the pile.
Showin
and provin
and groovin
and makin a movie
on the mic.
slappin a Marlboro
in his mouth
just like
a dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
maniac
mad style
amazin man
mackin the mic
since I was just
a mere child.
Props and props
more props than Terminator 2
with pen and pad
I play to you
and on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
undefeatable lyrically
expandin my empire
you don't wanna test me.

Wizard of funkadelic
every album's like a relic
bite the line
chewin on mine
but ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
flippin the script
that's in the bushes
then walkin around the jam
I'm handin out pounds
and mushes.
You're makin a face
you wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
in the world was makin jams
as soon as I set this off
their mic's are slidin
out their hands.
rockin the junky's world
with the release
of every single
back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
to make ya jingle.
Overlord
droppin the sword
and choppin off the mic cord.
rappers are dead
all over the street
in every state I toured.
I'm dealin the truth
with living god
that's right before ya eyes.
And I'll be rollin
in hoods and sneakers
you can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
I'll rip it up
until sunrise

"Funkadelic Relic"

   
[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

[LL Cool J]
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When +Sugarhill+ was in control
I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold
Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my first hit off
("I Need A Beat") +I Need A Beat+, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was mispelled
+Can't Live Without My Radio+ drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
+Rockin' the bells+ like a madman
dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first ?50,000
All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
a little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, SHIT!!

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
("Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage")
And its the funkadelic relic
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
And its the funkadelic relic
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

[LL Cool J]
I wasn't tryin' to hear it cause I'm bad
When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
+I Need Love+, that means I need a girl to love me down
I dropped the pretty style cause rap was gettin' ugly
I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
+I'm that type of guy+ when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavour
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out +Till Da Break Of Dawn+, tell me what sucker?
Cops harass me +Illegal Search+ motherfucker
I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a name
I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the train
I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop
Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
Yeah, (bring in the funk (uh) baby, bring it in, bring it)
Come on man!

[LL Cool J]
+Mama Said To Knock 'Em Out+ I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
when all the punks on top of everybody else, but
in '92 and '93 I'm makin' history
The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery
The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it
Thought I was +Going Back To Cali+ where I knew I wasn't
I sent a +Murdergram+, solo in a black van
I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
+Mr. Goodbar+ lickin' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a rudder-put
You wanna find me come to +Farmers Boulevard+
and you can hear me eat them up, just ask for Todd

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it, uh)

(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk)
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)