[And you say New York City...
|
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby
|
Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk.
|
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
|
but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust.
|
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
|
and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed.
|
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice);
|
and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
|
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
|
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
|
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real.
|
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel.
|
He's so-so, I got the instinct.
|
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
|
You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love:
|
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
|
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
|
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
|
no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face!
|
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul.
|
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
|
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt.
|
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
|
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch.
|
Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch.
|
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours.
|
But I know why: you ain't had no dough before.
|
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
|
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name.
|
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
|
dance to my remix single...
|
When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think,
|
cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink.
|
And tried to run down that, I can't get over that
|
garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap?
|
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
|
I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son.
|
I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'.
|
Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins.
|
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it?
|
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
|
Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad...
|
(Word to the mother!)
|
Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker,
|
and rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker.
|
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
|
lemme see your earrings jingle...
|
.break down!Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
|
your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B.
|
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice,
|
but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice.
|
Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb.
|
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
|
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
|
when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man.
|
Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get.
|
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
|
the Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin',
|
you're trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin'.
|
You know you can't create and get mean like this;
|
when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH!
|
When it's all over, said and done, my friend,
|
they'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again."
|
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
|
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop.
|
I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
|
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
|
[And you say New York City]
|
|
-----------------
|
Jingling Baby (Remixed But Still Jingling) (Remix)
|
| LL Cool J |
