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Ll Cool J - The Do Wop

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L.L. Cool J

Servin em well

And as you all know..

I AM - HARD - AS HELL



Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn`

Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on

Then I reached for a brush since I don`t use the picks

And the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks

Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes

As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator`s breaks

With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blast

Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator`s fast

Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot

So I stayed there a hour, cause I like it a lot

Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologne

Then I called up Earl on the telephone

He told me `bout a jam that I could do later on

10 g`s plus a limo for one strong song

So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared

Got a magnfying glass, then I brushed my beard

Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes

As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon

12 o`clock came, left the door crack

The freak walked in, a mink on her back

Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on

Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm

We drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignons

She said, "L.L., when you`re gonna let me taste your tongue?"

My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail

Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail

She left, Earl came over and we went outside

Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride

Went up to A.J., in my fresh black wheel

I`m not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a meal

The girlies want sex, the fellas try to plex

But those who flex end up with broke necks

Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks

Said, "It`s L, baby, I ain`t down with Chic"

Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more

Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the door

Due cause I`m a gangster people think I do crimes

They don`t know I`m just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes

Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times

But he don`t know my autograph`s on his wife`s behind

L.L. has iced all the washed up slobs

Vigilante of rap, so to hell with the mob

Don`t run from the cops, makin suckers jock

And I`m only 18 makin more than your pops

Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys

And I dare any critic to call it noise

Peeped at the clock, it said 6:03

Said `later` to Creator and broke out with E

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate shake

Thinkin `bout a 100`000 that I`d soon make

Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat

E-Love hit the table and he made up a beat

Kicked a few lines, stepped out the door

Since tonight is a bore I`m in the mood for more

We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time

It was almost 7:30 and the show was at nine

L.L. Cool J will soon stand at a jam

With thousands of people screamin, "Touch my hand!"

But since I had a hour plus a half for tat

I was searchin for the cutie who`s my perfect match

Her name was Renee, her face was okay

But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna play

I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach

Said, "You got a good team, girl, but you need a new coach"

Said, "My name`s L.L. - Cool, if I may introduce

But I`m not here for conversation, I`m here to seduce

Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feel you grind

Cause it ain`t 5th grade, and these ain`t nursery rhymes

And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore

Check out the real L.L. behind closed doors

So tell your buddies you`re busy, tell your boyfriend beat it

Forget the silk dress,cause you ain`t gonna need it

Unplug your clock, do away with the light

After five minutes or more you hear me say, `That`s right!`

Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy

When we make love you can call me daddy

I`m L.L. Cool J, say hey, Renee

I`m not a toyboy, but I still wanna play

Promise you I`m not wack when I`m in the sack

After that I leave you starvin for me to come back

But in the meantime, put your digits down

And the next time I see ya I`m goin to town"

Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine

When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on line

Took a trip around the side, so I could get backstage

If you call me a tiger, then the stage is my cage

I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust

Them flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

Walked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks

They said, "L.L., you`re runnin late and it`is time to rock"

Told Cut Creator what the order would be

Then I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E

Went onstage, I heard the girlies scream

And that`s the very moment I woke up from the dream

Aahh!

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