"Doin' It"
(feat. LeShaun)

   
[Intro: LL Cool J]

Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby
Make it hot... then we drop it
(oooooooh!) Uh, yeah
(oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it
Yeah you know
Make it hot

[Verse One:]

[LL Cool J]
It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny
Conventional methods of makin love kinda bore me
I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks off
Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft
[LeShaun]
I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name
Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain
[LL Cool J]
So what cha sayin, I get my swerve on, bring it live
Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tight
[LeShaun]
Mmm... daddy slow down your flow
Put it on me like G baby nice and slow
I need a rough neck nigga Mandingo in a sec
Who ain't afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back
[LL Cool J]
No doubt, I'm the playa that you're talkin about
[LeShaun]
But do you really think that you can work it out
[LL Cool J]
I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out
Here comes the man of steel

[Chorus: LeShaun, LL Cool J]

[LeShaun] Doin it and doin it and doin it well [3X]
[LL Cool J] I respresent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

[repeat 2x]

[Verse Two:]

[LL Cool J]
I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot
To hit now, get down
[LeShaun]
Damn my lover dig down, you use a rubber?
[LL Cool J]
Damn right
[LeShaun]
You are my lover
[LL Cool J]
All night
[LeShaun]
The putty good to you? Word to momma
[LL Cool J]
Man tight
The only thing left to do is climax
Let's make it last
[LeShaun]
Word we ain't goin out like that
All this time you've been telling that you was a Don
[LL Cool J]
I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen
Now let's get it on
[LeShaun]
Mmm, baby wild, don't do that
Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back
[LL Cool J]
You talk a good one shorty now you're makin me sweat
How a live nigga like it girl?
[LeShaun]
Nice and wet
We get it To The Break of Dawn, damn you're large
How a big girl like it Daddy?
[LL Cool J]
Nice and hard
Safe sexin it, flexin it, gettin that affectionate
Chewin it, oohin it, all while we're doin it

[Chorus (repeat 2X)]

[Verse Three:]

[LL Cool J]
Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way
[LeShaun]
Make it hot
[LL Cool J]
Schemin on the ass since the first day
[LeShaun]
Don't stop
Damn I love it when you talk like that
Make it bounce sugar
[LL Cool J]
Long as you can bounce me back
More flesh than the Greek Fest
[LeShaun]
Roll up the sess
[LL Cool J]
Pass the Hennessee
[LeShaun]
Put my body to the test
Wait wait daddy many niggaz ago
I was a young girl listening to how you flow
Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown
From the back, from the side
[LL Cool J]
Right, I'm in the zone
One of a kind when it's time to do mine
Camcorder and the whole shit
[LeShaun]
Press rewind
Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L
Layin back in the cut while we're under the spell
[LL Cool J]
Word life, I like the way the ep went down
Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown
We'll be

[Chorus (repeat 3X)]

"Life As..."

   
[The Street Fighter Soundtrack]

Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon
Blood drippin, slippin off my planet
Man, the panic, funkmode
Mechanical mix flows competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin em how I gets down

[Chorus:]

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
[repeat]

Triggedy, sky high like a kite
God diggity, every other cloud's blue
Puff on a, yeah, puff on a
Bring it on, off, on, baby one-two
Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep
Right around the corner is the land of regret
When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on
till the... nothin normal bout my songs

[Chorus x2]

LL Cool, J jazzy jewel
Takin dime pieces to the real school
I got em on nations buckin like fools
Pitbulls fightin over streets I rule
Catch it if you can when it's hot ta hit'cha hand
Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the flair, man
I can do division, baby I can do math
Multiplying fractions now ya know the half
Knuckle games played, must pack steel
Oh yes I'm livin like real
to the highest extent, bloody clothes doin battle
til the death of my foes, it's my show

[Chorus x2]

"I Shot Ya"

   
[Intro:]

Blaze this one, word up!
I'ma blaze this one
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
I'm Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!!!
The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!
All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!!!
Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
Word up, check it!

I shot ya!
I'm splittin brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
Violations, room vibrations, son
cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
puttin hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin
Now watch cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin
Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
Blazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
Ya hear me
the whole scenario is dreary
MC's is gettin wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
I shot ya!

[Chorus:]

Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
I shot ya!
[repeat]

I shot ya! (uhh)
I got ya strap to the stagin
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin nervous for talkin shit with no purpose
Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, shhhh, very deadly
Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin old school shit
Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
with a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Real niggas recognise what my theory is
I shot ya!

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]

I shot ya!
Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary
Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin
I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out
Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt
Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pluck it like buzzards
I shot ya!

[Chorus (x3)]

[Outro: (over chorus)]

What, what, what, what, what
Uh, what?
Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
Trackmasters lace me, y'knowI'msayin?
And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
That's it son!
Peace!

"Mr. Smith"

   
[Intro:]

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

[Verse 1:]

I'm goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
when I go for dolo you ain't checkin for nuttin less
My strategy is splittin brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
and scoopin hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

[Chorus:]

Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
[repeat x3]

[Verse 2:]

What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off like a hot air balloon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BLANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name

[Chorus]

To the bridge

[Bridge:]

Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Talkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout

[Verse 3:]

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

[Chorus to fade]

"No Airplay"

   
[Intro:]

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out

[Verse 1:]

I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother [BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
It's mother [BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother [BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up thru [BACKWARDS] hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

[Hook:]

And don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

[Interlude:]

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo

[Verse 3:]

To whom it may concern on this mother [BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother [BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother [BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

[Outro:]

Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother [BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
mother [BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother [BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around
Farmers
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

"Loungin'"
(feat. Total)

   
keep it chickenhead,im lookin for a dime
get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, im lickin on your ankle
bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, im nasty ask me
why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits
its all good sugary,u aint leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow
even
whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the
map
i put away the gat,took off the hat,throw ya mo's in the air if u like it like
that
no doubt boo,i keep it real girl,mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world
whatever's clever i got endless cash,trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths

[chorus]
i'll be loungin with LL Cool J
i'll be loungin' with LL,hey hey

uh,my scenario is grand,a dime peice,hennessey up in my hand
i turn out the lights like teddy,im feenin', standin' in the darkness,now im
ready
uhh,ooh yeah up in ya,let it flow while i pump slow,then i speed it up,heat it
up
make it mo' tasty,so u can swing low and lace me
use your imagination,u do me,i do u,sex education
its all good, it's cranberry absolut,peach shnapps,feelin' tipsy,loungin' on
the rooftops
i'm 'bout to spank u on dat ass(ooh) i know u love it when it lasts(true) when
u need it who u ask (you) what u sayin' when i dash (dont go boo)

[chorus]

u got to bounce wit me suga,word up,u got to bounce wit me suga,worda
worda,word up...

warm it up suga,make it hot,shorties'll swarm,make me wanna bust shots,we
speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular
shoot down to jamaica,pretty white sand,suntan oil,pina' coladas in my hand
layin up at night,peepin' at stars,remember,when we was at the club in da
bars?
i told ya my status was that of a don,u thought i was a dog and u aint wanna
get it on,but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young
lady
so here u are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it
gets
word up,i'ma treat u like a queen from the heart,crack the bubbly,and let the
episode start.

[chorus]

"Hollis To Hollywood"

   
Yeah, you know
it be buggin' me out, you know what I'm sayin'
that rap, how everybody like is using metaphors and all that
it seems like everybody's some kind of metaphor freak
some kind of metaphorical freak or somethin' man,
you know what I'm sayin', word up
So, You know what I'm sayin,
you know brother's wanna make a movie and all that
you know how I mean, so I figured you know what I'm sayin'
I'd just make a little movie, with a chick involved.
Check it
If you saw the movie Wall Street I guess you know
The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough
But ain't no G-funk and far from my era
Tales from the hood your boyz will feel terror
MC's contaminatin' tracks with feces
You think of pussy until a flick like Species
Hi tech ya my pen got velocity
Jumpin' out the SSL like Virtuosity
And never question what I'm doin' to ya girl
She let me dive deep like her panties is Waterworld
But all metaphors the only thing in rap
You brothers need to stop with that

I'm goin' from
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

Check it,
I'm makin' Speed like I'm Keanu Reeves
But too many True Lies can make a honey please
She said, I know you want this
Ghetto Pocahontas
I got Higher Learnin'
And bangin' gets monotonous
Her ass is classic
Cheeks was Jurrasic
Servin' a Justice
Poetic the way I last it
I touch ground real windy with my lyrics
Make her talk in tongues and feel the Holy Spirit
Hear it, pulling light strings
Got mad cast a swing
When I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the Lion King
I'm in the jungle layin' down my mack
You brothers need to chill with that

I'm goin' from
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

Take me away
You think I won't fool
Take me away
You think I can't fool
Take me away
You think I won't fool
Take me away
You think I can't fool

It's kinda like miniture satellites floatin' in closets
Spyin' in pockets
Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Word up,
So your man got a good job lovin' ya so much
Boss on his back comin' home like 'What the fuck?'
But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin
That's when LL come in
Blast a ass like Apollo 13
Sugar get the cream
Hoppin dom in every direction
What a scene
He can't understand, your best friend's plan
Running game while you chill with the Demolition Man
Good love, have fun, tight hugs, and flowers
I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers
Better get down before ya cryin' at home
I got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the Drop Zone
Some brother's won't appreciate that
Ain't it scary when you meet a real mack
Let's run it back
See the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me
Balls a lethal weapon, dick a menace to society
You ain't a player hater kid you took her off restriction
I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction
Kid you know I'm game tight, when you hit it tonight
I hope she screams my name right
This word is born kid, you know why?

I'm goin' from
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

Check it.

"God Bless"

   
[Intro:]

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless

[Verse 1:]

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

[Chorus:]
God bless ya lover, god bless you [x4]

[Verse 2:]

Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

[Chorus x 2]

Matter fact take it to the bridge

[Bridge:]
God bless
God bless ya lover
[repeat]

[Verse 3:]

Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cos I..... form like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb [explosion]
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: (over chorus)]
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? lace me
Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's next?

"Get Da Drop On 'Em"

   
Check it out

I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin
I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush
Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)

[Chorus:]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
[repeat x 3]

I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects
Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick

[Chorus]

You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season
I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

[Chorus]

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
[repeat x 2]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot!

"Papa Luv It (Poppa Luv It)"

   
[Intro:]

I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin
Mmm,
(Do you want to be a player) Yeah
(Then you got to have that flavour)
More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(Do you got to be right) Second move y'knowI'msayin?
(at all times?) Yeah, all the time, all good

[Verse 1:]

Uhh, that's the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
It's another one (Damn, not another one) Yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(So what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should I stop 'fore it drops?
Who knows? Who goes? Who flows?
Me and you? (Yeah) just remember boo
(I promise I'll remember) Everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond

[Chorus:]

Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you wanna be a player?) Uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(Then you got to have that flavour) Yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you got to be right)
(at all times) Papa luv it way she does it
[repeat]

[Verse 2:]

Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (No doubt) All the time, miss
Is he right? (No doubt) One of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
It's my duty to dig booby
Make a video (Yo, you mean my own movie) Yup
You can star, here we are
There's ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, I drop a lil' French on ya
Then GERONIMO!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo

[Chorus]

[Interlude:]

This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music [x3]
Top choice if ya choose it

[Chorus/Outro:]

Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you wanna be a player?) Yeah it's everything I luv
(Then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, y'knowI'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(Do you got to be right) Take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times?)
Papa luv it, I take you to the next level baby, I'll take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
youknowI'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But I ain't scared to be smooth, baby
I ain't afraid of love, y'knowI'msayin? I'll take you there
I'm willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(Do you wanna be a player?) It's that flavour I love, y'knowI'msayin?
I like to bring it like that (Do you wanna be a player?)
I love bringin it, Ha ha, I love bringin it
(Do you wanna be a player?) It really is sick, y'knowI'msayin?
Todd know what I mean (Do you wanna be a player?)
Big Cole know what I mean
Huh, Flash know what I mean, my man Zel know what I mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah