[And you say New York City...] {2x}
Chorus:
They re jinglin baby Go headbaby. {4x}
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 litternot a quitterI m nice nice-nice;
and I m-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it s all observanthysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
ProminentdominantMcCoy and I m real.
Another brother s fan? Forget how you feel.
He s so-soI got the instinct.
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
You re dancin to a Marley Marl remix singlelove:
Let me see your earrings jinglelove...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped youchewed youbaked youand schooled you.
That slop you popyou need to stopyou re kind of rude you
no good niggaboo tryin to basehow we livin homes? Get out my face!
I m completein effectand I can t maul.
Risesupriseand I advise you all.
To stand back and peepdon t sleep or doubt.
My skill ll get illI turn the mother outhuh.
I m top-notchyou re playin hop-scotch.
Now I m-a do ya while the party people watch.
You re real funnyyou 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 gameyoyou know my name.
Innovatingdevastatingand dope on a singlenow
dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked inI ain t know what to think
cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don t stink.
And tried to run down thatI 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 understandson.
I m a legendon top of that I m livin .
Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nahhow should I say it?
Whoever set you upthey knew just how to play it.
Cuz manYOI feel for ya brotherI m a baaaaaad...
Word to the mother!
Takin out sucker while the ladies pucker
and rollin over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovatingdevastatingand dope on a singlenow...
lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Can t believe you tried to get the same mic as me
your grip s too weakyou can t hold itB.
You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice
but when I roll upit s like Hip Hop Vice.
Serve to curbsI never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your handlost track of your plan
when I show upI blow upend of storymy man.
Play you like a poker chipthat s what you get.
I bet your fretsweatand regret you met
the Titan of Fightin excitin when writin
you re trite from the toyboyI gotta enlightso start bitin .
You know you can t create and get mean like this;
when I m on the courtGit s strictly SWISSSSHHHH!
When it s all oversaid and donemy friend
they ll sayL.L. Cool J just scored again.
So take a step backgive me some room to wreck shop.
Here s your token backyou 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
Chorus {8x}
[And you say New York City] {4x}
[organ instrumental]

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