He boy, I've seen ya. Think ya rockin' it on the floor. You look like a moron!. Who let you in the door?. To put the question bluntly. Maybe your feet's deformed.
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell. Battle anybody I don't care who you tell. I excel, they all fail. I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells. .
Yo Yvette, there's a lot of rumors goin' around. They're so bad, baby you might have to skip town. See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you.
My radio, believe me, I like it loud. I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd. Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat. While my JVC vibrates the concrete.
I seen this girl, walking down the block. I said, "wait!". "Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?". "Have some donuts and milk?". "Listen to a pop tune maybe?".