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. .
Everybody in the club in the heat. Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat. Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands. Ass keep poppin' out these female pants.
The roads are closed. Do you know where you should be?. When the lights are dim. Are you gonna come cryin' to me?. . 'Cause you're sitting there with your legs crossed.
Chilly chill. It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah. Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit. Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin' game.
The momentum of this party can only increase. The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece. You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast. And witness the force I'm about to release.
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk. Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball. Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk. Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball.
This beat is my recital I think it's very vital. To rock a rhyme that's right on time. It's tricky tricky yo here we go. . It's tricky to rock a rhyme.