No Airplay Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? 

Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight 

You don't wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it 

You want me to do the hook part too? 

Check it out uh, check it out uh 

Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up 

Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin' this [BACKWARDS] right in here 

Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here 

Check it out 

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots 

Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup 

Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS] 

Scooped off the concrete to make a hit 

Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes 

In the trenches, killin' for mere inches 

Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha 

Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to bring the drama 

I get more ass than a toilet seat 

So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS] 

Your mother[BACKWARDS] death wish will be soloist 

R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish 

It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons 

You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run 

For your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost 

Or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost 

Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect 

Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet 

Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide 

I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside 

And don't be gettin' no airplay 

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay 

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess 

They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to baggin up sess 

[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn 

You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned 

I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags 

Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags 

Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat 

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat 

All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya 

When I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya 

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin' ridiculed 

[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle 

I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross 

Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss 

makin' [BACKWARDS] understand my language 

Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage 

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin? 

We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh 

Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay 

(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay) 

I wanna do that one right yo 

And don't be gettin' no airplay 

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay 

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test 

I got the zest to clip ya through ya vest 

Little shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud 

Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a black cloud 

Rollin El's til your brain swells 

Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells 

You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks 

You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin' up the wax 

I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade 

Black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a blade 

Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins 

Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again 

Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it 

What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut 

Ha ha, word is bond yo 

It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay 

Yeah, ha ha, word is bond 

Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here, 

KnowI'msayin? 

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha 

Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin? 

And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at 

Mother [BACKWARDS] 

Ha ha, yeah uh 

A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay 

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love 

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around 

Farmers 

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right 

Diddere 

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able, 

YouknowI'msayin? 

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin? 

My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up 

Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uh