Say What Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

Most thugs front when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans 

(Say what?) 

I, Cool J, NY2K rule milleniums with my compadres 

They tounges sway with really nothing to say 

They pack guns, but I stack funds 

I'm second to none, my hot streak's just begun 

You wanna bring beef? You got to serve it well-done 

You ran the wrong way, now you livin' on the run 

Not some, each one's a bum, every one 

Coughed up a lung, became my son 

Flames I brung, platinumn weighs a ton 

Heavy on the chest, I pitty all the rest 

I put 'em to the test, I spit it like I'm blessed 

I testify, I have no need to lie 

I buried many, still many wanna die 

I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me 

Got your whole strategy shook, it's too daisy 

Most thugs front when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans 

(Say what?) 

Black, relaod, clack, reload 

Got ya pictures sittin' in my lap, he explode 

Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat 

'Cause once you cross over baby, ain't no comin' back 

Beleive that, I flows when I hit that, strive till I get that 

Never mind a set-back, no time to wet that 

A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that 

Creep wit' my CD, don't let 'em know you buy that 

One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack 

Call a 911 to get the LL back, original bells, LL 

Rocked them till they fell, competition bailed 

Looked like Mince Green when mic had 'em swelled 

Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell 

Meanwhile, I'm countin' prezzies in the 'tel 

And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in Chanelle 

Most thugs front when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans 

(Say what?) 

Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on 

Unh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on 

Layin' low to catch you on stage so I can run on 

Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on 

Mission is complete, technique is unique 

Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep 

Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat 

Even if you walkin', with ya walkman in the street 

Actin' gassed up, but you really on need 

How you countin' your paper kid, without a GED? 

Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up 

Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up 

Put the L down, picked the other LL up 

Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up 

Watch me closely, boom I'm a blow-up 

And spend the whole rest of my life stackin' dough up 

Most thugs front when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance 

(Say what?) 

Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans 

(Say what?) 

Whoo, Vinnie Biggs, you hot with this one, dawg 

Roundtree, rock the bells, uh uh, Brian Daughtery 

Uh uh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land 

Know what I mean? We gonna keep gettin' paper 

This is real, this is real, right here, rock the bells 

It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg 

Know what I'm sayin'? I'm feelin' it like you feelin' it 

Ha ha, word up, I'm lovin' it like you lovin' it, baby 

Rewind it, it's short