Another Dollar Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

AKA John Mickens 

AKA John Mickens 

AKA John Mickens 

I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens 

Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin' 

From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' 

Ice drips, frost bits, so forfeit 

I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby 

Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady 

Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips 

But I got Lesbo Combos ridin' stick-shifts 

For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips 

Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick 

Mr.Smith, the rarest breed 

Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds 

Miraculous lyrical swiftness 

Practice this, stop bein' actresses 

On mattresses with your legs up in the air 

Splash the crisp John Micks, a millionaire 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

My fortune five hundred is fully funded 

Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps 

I'm the glossiest and the costliest 

Feel the force of this lyrical arsonist 

Hotter than a yacht with Rottweillers 

Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper 

The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas 

The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper 

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the wittiest 

Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest 

Chill, relax, you cats will fall 

Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall 

You stall, mix large, I see y'all 

Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches 

Super calla never mind the alladocious 

Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

I'm the M C that you strive to be 

Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me 

Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby 

So save all the good fella Scorsese 

So iced up, they call me Mount Everest 

The many get honey ways draped over my headrest 

I run game from Fort Green to Maine 

I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein 

Hail to the king Cajone Jing a ling 

I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie ring 

Gotta be above average to grow Cabbage 

I wreack Havoc, do damage 

Don't have it techniques up to par 

You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Grass 

Chick soup too hittin' me off in yo' car 

Blaze her in the alley 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Anutha day, anutha dolla 

Man it's hard bein' the king, baby 

But someone's gotta do it, haha