Take it off, come on and dance with me baby Take it off, there ain't nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, you
) Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off, You
Übersetzung: LL Cool J. Take It Off.
Hook) Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately Take it off,
of the trill as niggers Verse 3: (Bullet) Livin' uptown you got's to flight Get down and take it like High School ????? And I'll be finish over night 28 grams and it
of aces You can't beat the B.G. I went the race of races Solga box I lace it Yo' spots in the world i takes it Bulldog barrel I shakes it Cashmoney boy
: featuring LL Cool J It was Harlem at the rukus I saw you with your man, a smile on your face, huh, A coach bag in your hand I was laying in the
love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook:] Look at me
they'll make you take your hats off (Alright man but yo, you got drink tickets?) Yeah, I got them with me (alright, we'll see you in a minute) Peace [
find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look
find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:]
than NWA's was I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!) You see me standin outside
gobble, from the incision Stuff that bitch and it ain't Thanksgiving Didn't even have to fuck all night long Take me home, damn it's on Jumped out the cover, snatched off
t nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map [Verse 4] Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me Next they'll take it from you, then what
t take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool
take a little moonshine Then drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin head off Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a
stay And you can bet it sure was bouncin and fun I'ma chew his ass up like bubble yum Walked to the front door but it was locked So I played it cool
: Violent Crimes of the ICP Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident I got more boys than the motha fuckin president
