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LL Cool J

James Todd Smith (born January 14, 1968), better known as LL Cool J, for Ladies Love Cool James ), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor from Bay Shore, New York. He is known for romantic ballads such as "I Need Love", "Around the Way Girl" and "Hey Lover" as well as pioneering hip-hop such as "I Can't Live Without My Radio", "I'm Bad", "The Boomin' System", and "Mama Said Knock You Out". He has released thirteen studio albums and two greatest hits compilations, including 2008's Exit 13, the last for his record deal with Def Jam Recordings, and currently has a new studio album in the works. He has also appeared in numerous films, including Halloween H20: 20 Twenty Years Later, and currently stars as NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna on the CBS crime drama… more »

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1995

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Blaze this one, word up! 
I'm a blaze this one 
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!! 
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!! 

I'm Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!!! 
The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!! 
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!! 
All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!!! 

Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, why'nahmean? 
Word up, check it! 

I shot ya! 
I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor 
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got you
I drop ya down in boilin' acid 

Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic 
Violations, room vibrations, son 
Cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one 
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic 

Puttin' hits on your clique, got you wife in turnin' tricks 
What? You don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin' 
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin' 
Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection 

Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection 
I take advantage 
Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage 
Ya hear me 

The whole scenario is dreary 
MC's is gettin' wet up in the game 
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name 
I shot ya! 

[Chorus: x2]
Ya want to (uhh) 
Ya want to (uhh) 
Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uhh) 
Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!) 
I shot ya! 

I shot ya! (uhh) 
I got ya strap to the stagin' 
Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a Cajun 
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface 

Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose 
Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama 
What goes around comes around, not around farmers 
Silence, shhhh, very deadly 

Come and battle, let me add you to my medley 
Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp 
Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past? 
Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit 

Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit 
With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss 
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss 
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers 

Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character 
Ya get serious 
Real niggas recognize what my theory is 
I shot ya! 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge]
I shot ya! 
Word up, I'm a lace this shit crazy, you know what I mean? 
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid 
No doubt about it 
Yeah, yeah, I ain't through, I ain't through, I ain't through 

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leary 
Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me 
Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin'? 
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin' 

I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot 
Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin' up my spot 
My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love 
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son 

I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be 
You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies 
And you had me screamin' Mama Said Knock Ya Out 
Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt 

Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me 
Ain't a MC alive who fought with me 
Know what I mean? Man, rock it 
Easy does it 

I gotta pluck it like buzzards 
I shot ya! 

[Chorus: x3] 

What, what, what, what, what 
Uh, what? 
You know what I mean? This is how we gettin' down for crizz-own 
No diggity, you know what I'm sayin' 

Track masters lace me, you know what I'm sayin'? 
And I take care of mines, you'know what I mean? 
That's it son! 
Peace!

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