, my pal" I said, "Yo, don't even do it" They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done 'Cause my tongue
it" "Norton, my pal," I said, "Yo, don't even do it" They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE
Übersetzung: LL Cool J. Meine Rhyme ist nicht getan.
" "Norton, my pal," I said, "Yo, don't even do it" They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE
And she accidentally slip fall on my dick Ooops, I said on my dick I ain't really mean to say on my dick But since we talking about my dick All of you
back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
'm on the guestlist fam But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame But let's face it
my chick Or writing books about sucking my dick Now I don't give a fuck what they say, cuz once I put on my cool They see my life and wanna put on my
my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call
out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get
to Exit thirteen I am your host LL Cool J You said I was finished And Father Time was the blame You disrespected my legacy And threw dirt on my name
know what I mean, there ain't none of that Know what I'm sayin And if it weren't for these cats man y'all wouldn't know Nothin' about no LL Cool J or
facing the rage, never losing a show Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go Swervin curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't
KRS-One stop the violence Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition Punk, I'm beatin' you into submission I'm gettin' busier than ever before Never more will I'll
many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped I'm bad, Cool J, Cool J Cool J, Cool J , Cool J, Cool J I'm like Tyson icin', I'm a soldier at war
time ain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb lookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB
