To Da Break Of Dawn Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Yeah 

(To da break of dawn) 

All my sex involved as we get funky 

Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows 

When it come to a situation like this 

Little more effects and I can't resist 

So we get funky in the house, youknowmsayin? 

L.L. Cool J style, what? 

This ain't on a pop tip 

Check it out 

What is a panther? A animal that kills 

I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills 

You could never in your wildest dreams 

Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens 

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine 

Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline 

Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow 

Made another million, so competitors bow 

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong 

Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong 

Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong 

And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on 

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight 

Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate 

Wise up, you little burnt up French fry 

I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a sumo 

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper 

When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity 

I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity 

Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 

Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 

Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 

You little blood-clot boy, you must not know 

The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap 

And freak with a chic unique technique 

Get rid of the Yukmouth smile 

'Cause brother, you ain't got no style 

Keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

(To da break of dawn) 

Yeah, keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

Hey yo, that's kinda funky 

But check this out here 

(Rock that shit) 

(To da break of dawn) 

Yeah 

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse 

And spread the news, you lose to the damager 

Microphone manager, cold crush and bruise 

And bandage a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer 

From a body bag, so run and get your camera 

Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift 

But I'm the wrong brother to dance with 

'Cause I don't need a partner to swing 

Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring 

Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right 

You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight 

Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town 

So don't try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town 

And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down 

Gimme that microphone 

I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone 

Stop dancin', get to walkin' 

Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin' 

Huh, you little snake in the grass 

You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass 

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose 

From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is back on the map 

And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap 

That's right, a little kick for that crap 

'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 

Keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

Yeah 

(To da break of dawn) 

Funk it up, I said keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

(Yo, rock that shit) 

(To da break of dawn) 

Check this out 

Yeah 

How dare you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E 

On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail 

You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients 

But I'ma drink you down over the rocks 

While I freak on your album cover jocks 

You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon 

I took the cover right home to the bathroom 

In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as hell' 

Your broad wears it well 

She's the reason that your record sold a few copies 

But your rhymes are sloppy 

Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped 

And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop 

Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks 

Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix 

So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes 

You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef 

Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief 

Workin' in a parking lot 

A brother with a perm deserves to get burned 

So tell me, how you like your coat cream? 

On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? 

With your TV on channel fuzz 

Uncle L, that's how much damage he does 

Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab 

Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab 

Keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

Yeah 

(To da break of dawn) 

I say keep on 

(To da break of dawn) 

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit 

My man Pete Rock is up in the crib 

Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl house 

Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the house 

Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes 

Premium piece flavor out the cooler 

Loungin' back 

Keep on 

Peace