Lyrics:
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
low, LOX and J.Lo
Act like they don't, but they know
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
et puis j'roule un teh
J'rock, un Margiela, Ed Hardy et du Lancaster
J'vois qu'des goofys et j'sais qu'ces
Goofys voudraient être nos partenaires
Et de
808-ance
J'sens des tensions, j'sens comme un nœud dans la panse
Shot by, mes gars car ils ont trop d'avances
On laisse des strass sur ta trace de bitch
lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half
bum.
Chicky-check le gars, si j'rec le stock, j'fais des dégâts.
Quand j'pète le booth, tech de fou, tu croyais quoi mec?
Qu'il est dead le dude ?
terreur
On fire j'sens la sueur, j'suis rock rider
J'suis trop un tueur j'ai dead ça
(t'as dead ça man, j'ai dead ça j'ai dead ça)
Hey je chie par-terre
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
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
now (I rock Gucci now)
Gucci by the pound
I got Gucci on my coochie (Gucci)
All these niggas wanna do me (do me)
Any nigga that you ask
they gon tell
Racist motherfuckers we want you dead dead dead dead
Yeah bro
Back back on the cruddiest
Jay Rock want the bloodiest
J Strizzy wid a cruddy hit
Kway Kway
operator
The Rock n' Roll was here
Now everyone was shouting loud
"Let's go and rock, my Dear!"
Rock n' Roll is dead
We don't mind!
We're not the juvenile
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
stick
J'ai le riddim dans les pieds chaques fois j'pull up sul beat
S'comme une molly rock j'suis dans ta face avec le heat
Brand new denim y vient d'loin
Aah sid-dung and plan and mi dig mi foundation
D.J. wha dig up mi excurvation
So mi sid-dung and mi rock about
I have to wonder what some D.J
nåt jättemalle.
1-2.
Do kan dra ner pianot tror jag för det är väldigt vasst I öronen.
Vasst.
Vasst.
Väldigt
with A rock)
...
WAit A minute, hold it!
I think he's deAd.
Let's leAve.
Let's get out of here, mAn!
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim, my, yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
I'm
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
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
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
J'noie ma peine dans l'son, j'noie ma peine dans l'son
La d, la d, la d (hey, hey)
Ouais, j'dead ça, ouais, j'dead ça
J'noie ma peine dans
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