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LL Cool J – Say What Lyrics
[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 want to 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 want to 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 believe 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 want to 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
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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC – Writer: Elliott, Melissa A / Combs, Sean / Martin, Christopher E / Smith, Clifford / Dofat, Tony Mario / Wilson, Melvin Lee / Wiggins, Lottie / Manne, Shelly / Jones, Kirk / Taylor, Tyrone George / Scruggs, Freddie / Davis, Kendrick J / Baker, James – Powered by LyricFind