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LL Cool J Album


The DEFinition (08/31/2004)
08/31/2004
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They call me Big L'y, Big Silly
Big Money, Big Billy
When I'm slidin' in them all, can ya hear me
I be sexin' wit these bars, so ya feel me
Let me grip it up for cause in the back
Let me grip it, get a buzz in ya hat
I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack
Timbaland, Ladies Love on the track
Lovely get the ice, pop champagne
Don't forget, I used to ride on the train
When I bump it right, call my name
Go crazy in the mall wit James
Dump that, not ill like me
Bring the women in to chill for free
Let me tell ya girl, don't try me
You better have ID

[chorus: Timbaland]
When we be up in the club
We be postin the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be postin' the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung


Lord have mercy, if the broad is thirsty
I'll have her man reimburse me
The part that hurts me, is when they try to work me
But I could never let ya jerk me
Steady stickin to the wall, give it up
Sneakin through the back door live it up
Got the champagne, pour me a cup
Got the girls lookin raw in the front
Got a call your man's in town
Tell the bar, a-nother round
Got all my mans holdin me down
Kinda thick ma, let's get down, so get wit it
I'm sayin what time wanna dip wit it
Got playas on the grind, wanna skip wit it
Backstage you mine, I'm a spit wit it, hey

[chorus: Timbaland]
When we be up in the club
We be postin' the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be postin the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

(Ladies) ((Fellas))
Hey ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I said yo ladies! (Yeah!) no need to get your hair done
I'ma get your head sprung, I'ma get your head sprung
I'ma get your head sprung, I'ma get your head sprung
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I said yo fellas ((Yo!)) no need to throw them ones
I'ma get your head sprung, I'ma get your head sprung
I'ma get your head sprung, I'ma get your head sprung (Hey!)

[Chorus]
When we be up in the club
We be postin the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be postin the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

[Timbaland]
Yeah, keep chillin' wit 'em
Yeah, yeah we rollin' out

. . .


(feat. Timbaland)

[LL Cool J]
Sippin somethin on the rocks
I got a shorty that makes the bed hop
I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop
I'ma drop that phantom on you baby watch
Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot?
Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts
Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox
I keep it flowin see we goin to the top
I'ma get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me stop
You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas
Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize
.. I know you want it sucka free
Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me
.. Take it easy player
Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player
Uhh.. you put it down tight
Yeah you not havin what you want don't even sound right

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes
Somebody's gotta work the mouth my baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
I said MY baby
Watch television in the Escalade-y
Go shoppin when you want to baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
Ohh!

[LL Cool J]
Lay down for a while pretty, relax a minute
.. I caught a feelin when you represented
Gave you that Mercedes, you better get up in it
.. Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage
You never seen a player flip your whole life
Dip the Caddy on the freeway, hittin the strobe light
.. You got a mean walk at times right?
I'm here to shine like, I get your mind right
Uhh, Charles Jordan girl if you wanna take a hit
Gotta ? between the lippers this is it
.. Lazy, lay back and count the chips
Some call it trickin or ballin, depends on who you wit
Him or L baby, so who you gonna pick
Mack motor, I told ya, I want ya livin rich
You don't know about a brother
Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Don't trip I know you like the rocks
Wanna dip 'round the corner in the drop
Music bumpin you frontin although you say you're not
.. You got your eyes on the watch
You love the Pasha, the ?, the Cartier is hot
.. Baby you need somethin, shop
You got me trippin and goin bananas, baby stop
I caught a mean one, you never seen one
She like cream, how brothers gonna front on me?
Spoilin somethin the average homey never see
I mean it's only some money, nuttin to me
.. But yet and still you question me
I got it that's if you want it or I'ma set you free
.. Got 'em in line they beggin me
Baby regardless your body is killin me
Girl I'm lovin your anatomy
Your personality, so whatcha want from me?

[Chorus]

. . .


Track: I'm About To Get Her
Artist: LL Cool J
Guest Artists: R. Kelly
Album: The DEFinition

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Lyrics:

Intro-
Wooh
And you say New York City (uhuh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin’ in the bay for us so long baby
We had em starvin’
Ay yo E, the big homie
Verse 1-
Star studded, my ear lobes is flooded
Dj’s wanna rub it, bootleggers wanna dub it
Easy does it
Ladies love it, cats with big budgets
We be gel two jets and Tar Smith luggage
Clowns talkin’ rubish and pretendin’ they thuggish
But I’m a young livin’ legend like Pee Wee at the Rucker’s (uhuh)
I was raised outta Queens
But rap kept me off of the cover of Fed’s magazine
Put me in a Gulf Stream
Your man done it, push the EX 100
And you don’t want it, I got the whole rap game cornered
Watch me flaunt it, damn right I’m iconic
Soon as Nix find an icy track I slide on it

Hook-
I know there’s got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me
I’m about to get her
And I know there’s gotta some kind of chick up off in here that’s got the hots for me
I’m about to get her
See I know there’s got to be one sassy little freak that wanna leave with me
I’m about to get her
I know there’s got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me
I’m about to get her

Verse 2-
The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake
The safe in the floor with a life time of cake
Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate
Cats can’t believe I’m still hot, I got em irate
The hip hop boss of the Empire State
Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight
He’s the best that ever did it, they call me Cool J
They platinum selling or, my skins turning gray
Okay
They don’t know how to act
And my BDS was miles ago to Cali and back
Minimum
Private jets in the millennium
Plenty of Benjamin’s, hot ladies and gentleman (but I said) and

Hook-
I know there’s got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me
I’m about to get her
And I know there’s gotta some kind of chick up off in here that’s got the hots for me
I’m about to get her
See I know there’s got to be one sassy little freak that wanna leave with me
I’m about to get her
I know there’s got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me
I’m about to get her

Verse 3-
I know that it’s ridiculous for yall to picture this
The way I keep reein’ up, servin’ and flippin’ this
Dot the I’s cross the T’s meticulous
The coldest winter ever and I’m so icicle-ish
The movement is flavorful, bags of licorice
The drop, the rock, the watch, the necklace
There’s no forgettin’ this, the way that I’m reppin this
My bodyguard’s big but do that make me rebelish
I’m in the Hamptons, game stronger than Sampson
That’s why I’m still a teen pop idol like Hanson
Young black and handsome, movin’ with the cheddar
Bring honey to the V.I.P., I’m about to get her
Let’s go

Hook-
I know there’s got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me
I’m about to get her
And I know there’s gotta some kind of chick up off in here that’s got the hots for me
I’m about to get her
See I know there’s got to be one sassy little freak that wanna leave with me
I’m about to get her
I know there’s got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me
I’m about to get her
Uh, put your hands in the air
Yeah
Throw ya hands in the air (7x)

Hook-
I know there’s got to be a fine honey with her hands up in this club for me
I’m about to get her
And I know there’s gotta some kind of chick up off in here that’s got the hots for me
I’m about to get her
See I know there’s got to be one sassy little freak that wanna leave with me
I’m about to get her
I know there’s got to be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P. and drink with me
I’m about to get her

Outro-
Uh
The DEFinition
Yeah
Change (laughs)
Change (laughs)
Plenty
Uh
Cash it in baby
From pennies to ten-thousand dollar bills
I prefer wires though (laughs)
Yeah
Bee Daughtry, E Nix, the DEFinition
Tar Smith clothing line baby
Uh
Yeah

. . .



[LL Cool J]
LL..
N.O. Joe, hit me baby!

Push it out girl, arch your back
Them 17's is fittin like bubblewrap
Uhh, plus they low on your hips
You there, let me grab
That thing you do keep me brick
50 told you bout the "Magic Stick"
C'mon, lean on me
I'm in love with this scenery
Poke it out
'Pon de river, 'pon de bank baby stroke it out
Sweat for your man
Both hands on your hips for your man
Me and the boys is your biggest fans
Every time we see you we be like DAAAAAAAMN!
Work it girl
Move somethin, hurt me girl - oh!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin
C'mon, c'mon, move somethin
C'mon, c'mon, prove somethin

[LL Cool J]
Such a pimply aura
Way way hotter than I was before-a
She wanna sit courtside next to a baller
Where the paper's longer and cats are taller
Woo! I'm off on my own
Do the math mami, L's on the throne
Now take it to the floor
Do a split if you really hardcore
Man listen here
I'm hot today, ain't concerned with last year
I see your lil' shorty ride shotgun
But I done left stoplights with a hot one
Made her hop out, and move somethin
Jump in my joint, and prove somethin
He-he, I laugh at y'all
Don't worry about the check, already cashed it y'all

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Uhh, pull it to the side
Shake it for daddy, it's time to ride
Make it sweat 'til it slide
Do your thing like it's justified
Tease me a little
It's my turn to take it to the middle
Let me palm that thing
You got the bomb, I disarm that thing
Turn it around girl, I want that thing
You had to know the way you flaunt that thing
Your body's jumpin
Ain't no frontin when you provin somethin
Made eye contact with me
Now bring that thing back to me
You do your thing so naturally
I think I'm in love, actually

[Chorus - 2x]

[LL Cool J]
LL
N.O. Joe, hit me baby!
Hot one boy, "Definition"

. . .


(feat. 7 Aurelius)

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know
This is how its gonna go

[beat starts up]

[Chorus - 7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know
This is how its gonna go
If u wanna come and play
Gotta do it my way
Hush baby, dont talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be ok
If u do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby [echoes]

[Verse 1 - LL Cool J]
U feel so good
Rest of my life I wish I could
Hold u tight and take a flight out the hood
Was I foul or just misunderstood?
Mind-mannered or up to no-good
It really doesnt matter, either way I should
Maximize the moment and hold ya close
Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast
Who loved u the most?
I was never ghost
When lives was on the line
Confusion in ya mind
Runnin outta time
Drama of all kind
But theres faith in our mind
We spiritually inclined
Sometimes I flip
Sometimes u flip
Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics
We movin too fast, the whole world's in a rush
Everybody just hush...

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 2 - LL Cool J]
Its all a test; the pain, the drama
The villa in the bahamas
The highs, the lows
The hoop-t, the Rolls
The money flowin
Certain doors that we go in
The people we meet, the hands that we shake
Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak
But everything will be okay
[w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way
Cuz I believe in romance
Kissin while ya slow dance
Me bouncin baby? no chance
No matter the circumstance
Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France
Cuz ya beauty's unmatched
Such a great catch
Unconditional love, forever we are attatched
Deal with the drama, we can find our way back
With or without the Maybach...

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3 - LL Cool J]
I can feel ya pain
Like we simese twins connected by our brains
Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain
Want u in my life and nothins gonna change
God willin, we still be doin our thang
When my six-pack's faded
Raps outdated
But thats many years from now so dont rush
Little mama just hush...

[Chorus x1]

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby
Hush hush darling
Hush baby hush hush
Dont talk so much
Wanna feel ya touch

[LL Cool J]
Hush baby hush
Hush baby hush

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby wanna let ya know... [echoes]

. . .



[LL Cool J]
(Sip somethin)
Uhh, sip somethin
(Sip somethin)
I wouldn't drink that, if I was you

[Chorus + (LL Cool J)]
With every sip of my drink (uhh)
I get a little bit closer (uh-huh)
And when I'm tryin to re-think (yeah)
I can't really get focused (uh, uh)
I wasn't tryin to be mean
I can see that it's hopeless (uhh)
Cause your persistance overpowers me
I know you rollin out with me

[Verse One]
I was stayin at the Shore Club, leanin in the red room
Seen this tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes
Big bottles and models and poom-pooms
Surroundin my table, watchin me like cable
My Dolce hat was low, Versace shades
Had the Prada shoes on cause the world is a stage
Lah-lah in the air, it's a sky bar affair
The glamorous life, I had my glass in the air
When my eyes connected with somethin real real nice
Like she finished her drink and started chewin on my ice
Her smile was bananas, teeth was pearly white
That's when I realized it'll be a long night
The vibe was right, she was laced in all white
Her French manicure traced the crown on my mic
You ever try to focus, resist with all your might
But every sip you take pulls you deeper in the hype

[Chorus + (different ad libs)]

[Verse Two]
I'm talkin tan lines, belly rings and things
DJ rubbin my thing, makin my head swing
All the honies was schemin..
cause the rocks in my ears was gleamin, oh God I must be dreamin
My vision was blurry, the party was rockin
The tools was knockin, honey wanna get it poppin
Try my best to chill, she was fresh out of Brazil
People was walkin by makin our drinks filled
What would you do, if you was a Don
in a position to wild out with a Brazilian blonde?
Or maybe you a honey and it's hard to keep calm
Cause you sippin on somethin and homeboy's the bomb
You dancin in your seat, and singin along
And every sip makes you feel like you need to perform
The party is packed, it's just a little too warm
But you take another sip to prove that you strong

[Chorus + (different ad libs)]

[LL] Take it to the bridge

[Interlude + (LL Cool J)]
I can't call it, I can't tell
Honestly, I'm drunk as hell (uh-huh)
And me, I can not believeeeee (lay back baby)
This night out is windin down (uhh)
You keep buyin all these rounds for meeeeee (aww man)
I know what you want from me (yeah)
I know what you want

[Chorus - repeat 2x (w/ different ad libs)]

[Outro + (LL Cool J)]
Rollin out with me (roll out)
Rollin out with me (uhh, roll out)
Roll out (roll out)
Yeahhh (uhh, uhh, roll out)
(uhh, uhh, roll out)
(uhh, uhh, roll out)
(uhh, uhh, roll out)
(uhh, uhh, roll out, yeah)
(Yo Timbo! Bar's on you baby, hahahaha)
(YEAH!)

. . .



[LL Cool J]
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter black mink; shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play

[Verse One]
Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on don't jeapordize the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
to end up, crawlin out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children, Queens is in the buildin
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin like a ? box

[Chorus:]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

[Verse Two]
They pay me so much it's hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin hollows
I can't see it player that's beneath my vision
I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
It seems like greed's the world religion
But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
Black man, get the flies outcha eyes
You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die
Until that day, health and welfare, cheers
And after my wake, the hood'll talk, man listen here
He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
Like the Enterprise rollin over stars for years
Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
To be or not to be the man, that's the question
Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined
To lean up in the backseat, givin directions
Sweep the block clean as November elections
On the Blackberry readin cash flow quadrant
Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded
CLS Vision, four Hummers behind it
You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded
I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' learn
If you play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than a symbol of sex, I get respect
For livin in the hills but still keepin it mad real
Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles
You burnin me, two words: im-possible

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Like I said
Yellow canary tennis on the neck
Three quarter black mink
Gucci hat to the side, shades
Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
Black Phantom, oak wood
That's how I play
Yeah
(Shake it baby shake it)
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

. . .



[LL Cool J]
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I can't explain it
...
You know it's that moment
It's just that moment
Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it

[Chorus: singers w/ ad libs]
Can't explain it
My love when we're together
You're the greatest, nobody does it better
When you hold me
I wish that I could be your, one and only
Nobody does it better

[Verse One]
I understand you want canaries on your hand
Masterpiece Roley, gold tri-color band
Cute wedding pictures sittin on the nightstand
You don't wanna make it happen unless it's the right man
I know you won't touch me unless you trust me
You kiss me and hug me but still won't crush me
I'm kissin on your neck real tender
Gentle as can be, but you still won't surrender
Let me kiss your eyes
Let the smell of the incense enhance the vibe
I pull back to stare at your eyes
Sittin there quiet like I'm hypnotized
We kiss a little more, laugh and smile
Might even share a lollipop, you know my style
Kick your Charles Davids off, relax for a while
Let's pretend that we're walkin down the aisle
I can't explain it

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Straight up, you beautiful B
I don't think you understand what you doin to me
On the couch witcha legs crossed, watchin TV
Shoe hangin off the tip of your foot, you killin me
Uhh.. then we kiss for real
I'm fully prepared, I'm already steel
You go to the bathroom for a second
I understand baby, I know what you checkin (a-heh-heh)
That's when you come back and walk to me slow
That's when you change up and let it all flow
I'm kissin on your belly ring nice and slow
I love to take my time, love to give you a show
Get the warm chocolate syrup to travel below
Use my ears like handlebars, take control
Ain't no sense in stayin calm and playin the role
Baby relax, let me touch your soul
I can't explain it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
My turn to get rocked, lifted out my socks
with sound effects and whatnot (mmm)
A little perfume above the right spot, just a touch
Never too much, I lick it like a Dutch
Two of my favorite numbers, you know what I mean
Add 'em up and they equal fifteen
You the 6... I needed you like a fix
I can see it my mind, I knew we was gon' click
I pick up the pace
You feel the stubble from my beard on your face
I look at your lips and take a taste
Switch it up I got my hands on your waist
We whylin out, we all over the place
I'm holdin on with a strong embrace
You holdin on and tryin to keep the faith
Together we blast to outer space, I can't explain it

[Chorus]

. . .



Uh yes yes yall, feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
Ya don't stop
Uh yes yes yall, feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
Ya don't stop

When Def Jam signed me
They hit the lottery
It wasn't free but don't call it a robbery
They underestimated me quite possibly
It's like that when you a godfather B
I'm the greatest of all time
Ya heard that before
But now when I say it
It means so much more
Cause It's so true
No hype man, No crew
No reason for ghost writers
Every year I get tighter
Mothers and daughters agree I'm on fire
Check ya T-Mobile it's all over the wire
Cross ya legs baby, hide ya desire
You think I'm hot
You preaching to the choir
Smiling and giggling, thirsting like Gilligan
More flavor than cinnamon, they rush with adrenaline
I make em nervous
I do it on purpose
I come back hotter
Every time I resurface
Drop to ya knees baby
Praise the king
Now ask Russell Simmons
Who built the west wing
I ain't gotta be cocky
I do the damn thing
Paint ya girl with strawberry frosting
Internationally known and respected
You talk slick I'm too large to be affected
You crank call my cells disconnected
You keep slipping but my games perfected

Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop

I'm a star for real my aura is crazy
Hollywood love me in the streets I'm gravy
Born with a gift to inspire the hood
You wanna out do me and I wish you would
I'm the master separate from all these cats
I'm laughin in '86 I balled like that
Honey catching feeling from sittin in Maybachs
Cause her project hall is smelling like Ajax
That's understandable but everybody relax
Hate when folk get money and don't know how to act
I'm a multi millionaire homey that's a fact
But it's not the ice that makes ya wife react
Been had an entourage and platinum cards
Been getting swedish massage in Boca Raton
What you think all them years I ain't pop no Don
Spend a night in Trump Towers with a blue eyed blonde
I been did it all my Benzes was kitted
When you talk like a baller you tickle me with it
But yeah there's money out there come on lets get it
But I'm a get it in such a way you never forget it
Let's go twenty platinum albums in a row
Sixty thousand fans a three hour show
I could care less who drop and blow
My name is LL baby that's beyond the flow

Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop

These rap cats get upset with me
When security clear out the V.I.P
If honey wanna lounge we gone see ID
Ain't no negotiating you gone pay my fee
I'm the boss I call the shots to keep it hot
I don't have competition I'm bigger than the slot
While you waste advances on grey market rocks
I cop municipal bonds and Wal Mart stocks
A family man but hard as a rock
And I die for my kids so stay off my block
They might be impressed with you but I'm not
After all these years I still walk with a bop
Still keep the ink hot
Still scheme like a fox
Still ready to battle
You don't want your career stopped
Industry shocked cause I mapped out a plot
And ran around humble with my joint on cock

Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop
Uh yes yes yall feel the beat yall
Freak freak yall
You don't stop.

. . .


(feat. Timbaland)

[LL Cool J]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. uh-huh
Uhh.. uhh.. that joint is hot baby!

[Verse One]
Lights, camera, action - hold up
You know my style, I been blowed up
Paper was young, now it's growed up
Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up
Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck
Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut
Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up
Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up
Shake that cookie like what like what
Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck
Look at that apple cobbler butt
Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut
NBA Live in my truck
Parkin lot like all jammed up
If there's beef it's best you duck
I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie?
I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler
Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried?

[Verse Two]
So much sugar it's makin my head rush
Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff
Break me off a piece of crust
I'm so full I'm bout to bust
Just one slice is not enough
Dang that thang tight like handcuffs
What I gotta say to you for you to give it up?
What if I was payin you so you could live it up?
Hoochie seats inside yo' truck
Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts
You be Starsky, I be Hutch
Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch
Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts
Take my 2-way, stay in touch
I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up
Take you, bake you, eat you up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips
Love when your hair get stuck to your lips
Apple cobbler sweet and thick
I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick
Yo' dessert is worth a grip
I admit you make me trip
Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick
I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit
Trippin, switchin past my clique
Lick that juicy, ask my clique
Stretch them jeans girl make them fit
Make me go outside and pit
You know me, my cake is sick
Me and Timbo makin hits
Apple cobbler, thick and rich
Just how hot can one girl get?

[Chorus]

. . .



[LL Cool J]
It's one in the mornin - you know what time it is!
It's one in the mornin
It's one in the mornin - you gonna have come out your clothes on this one
It's one in the mornin

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle LL, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others'
Children shiverin under the covers
The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat
I'm bringin it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin like a quarterback
Playin in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees
You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me

[Chorus:]
It's one in the mornin - flash the dough
It's one in the mornin - crack the Mo'
It's one in the mornin - get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin - who wanna go?

[LL Cool J]
That's right Sleeping Beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol PM got you caught for your BM
Everybody can see I'm the king of rippin coliseums
C'mon, youse a male groupie beggin for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the masoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in "Glory"
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin on the low - probably!
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn! Look at my body, coulda been a Navy Seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the 11th dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

[Chorus 2x]

[LL Cool J]
Aiyyo E it's one o'clock
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin weights
Last week, me and the President was takin flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
that cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is Black, I'm at the Summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My po'tfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
knowin how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, POTbelly on the couch
Claimin you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

[Chorus 2x]

[LL Cool J]
Yeah yeah
It's the definition
Definition
Definition potna, eleven in a row!

. . .


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