Starsky & Hutch Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Uh, ha! 

Uh, ha! 

Uh, ha! 

Uh, ha! 

Uh, ha! 

Uh 

Yes y'all throw your hands up real high 

Let's see where the people in the world is at 

Where you at shorty? 

With L L Busta Rhymes check it out 

Two big ballers keep the juice blending, who? 

Fuck black Ceaser I didn't like the ending 

Why? 'Cos we two jiggy niggas always making 

Too many million dollar affiliations 

Abbreviation, L L, period 

I'm platinum every time, it's serious 

Aiyo we serious when we experience millions 

High rolling to the max, extra big willing 

Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit 

I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet 

Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens 

Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump shaking 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villain 

Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling 

Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling 

You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing 

Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling 

Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing 

You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker 

Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca 

Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than chubby checker 

In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black & Decker 

The reason being, I work my tool right 

Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Gotta keep on making it high 

Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back 

C'mon, you gotta ride it baby 

You gotta shake it all night baby 

Shake it, shake it 

Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back 

C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it 

You gotta ride it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith 

Flip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song 

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat 

C'mon and chill with me, me, me 

C'mon baby, you know I'm Audi 

Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat 

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me 

Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways 

Busta bust 

Mr Smith 

We on the track, I always spark the lah 

I always catch a contact 

Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push back 

Like he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap 

He went from dreadlocks to Ceasers 

Now he called cash brothers shaving bums is nasty 

Kid so watch that 

I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S 

Full of finesse, lyrically complex 

And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L 

Period J my leers waiting on the runway, bust 

Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God 

Is it the basement? 

Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude boy 

Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi 

Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi 

Just a lesson for you sucker MC's 

'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period 

Word is bond, ah man 

I had a good time working with you Mr. Smith 

Do you think they'll ever recover? 

I have no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions 

It's ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air 

Just have a good time and wave them around 

Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up 

Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get down 

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat 

C'mon and chill with me, me, me 

C'mon baby, you know I'm Audi 

Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat 

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me 

Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways son 

Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on niggas 

Ah man in a happy and fun loving way 

You know, splash 

Yeah, you know that 

Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man 

You niggas need to chill down put your shades on kid 

Cool the fuck off put your shades on baby 

Aight? 

Shine, nigga put them shades on 

Niggas leaning leaning like they deformed or something 

Ha, fix your neck 

You like like Shaq in that commercial