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
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
Baby give me all your L.O.V.E
I'm addicted to your love I OD
Without you by my side
I feel incomplete
You ain't like them other girls
They cannot
Savin' your ass and the faith you lack it
Took us a while, but now we're back
G R I M to the E, fact!
a blessing
Even if you don't love it my nigga you gotta respect it
I learned a lot from last year, yea I'm on the Up and Up
I took a lot of L's my nigga, shit
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-why-see-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return
selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks
this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious be -i)
ch si capac
Pruovc ancor tant accussi po m piac
Nun è l'ultimu vas
Nun pnsam a diman
Baby
Fatt chiù vicin tu vuo sta cu me
Tant e ancor ambress song
B L O N D E
I'm your Blonde Baby
B L O N D E
I'm your Blonde Baby
B L O N D E
I'm your Blonde Baby
Corrupted by the society
Why can't you let me be
brothers straight out that N.M.T
No Mercy yea,
Please don’t come around with the P, L, E
P,L,E,X
And we always on the grind tryna see what’s next,
On me,
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
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
Da dlà da èlti muntàgni e mùr d nèbia, incurunèda dàl fiòmm, te t la po' catèr... la grànda pianùra vèrda, ch l é la mì tèra, l'é änch a lìa ch
this bullshit
I ain't holding you hostage
Sorry but I'm too honest
I told you all about me
You chose to stay and not leave
I'm better off by myself
So I
to last
I got the drive, I'm going fast like flash
Get in my whip. Yeah, I'm doing the dash
P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L
My money in line, long as hell. I am not
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless
B
Ba7ky kol haga fe tafaseely
Kol l klam tal3 kolo 7a2e2y
I don't know what's happening
I be feelin like we never never been
Lookin at you make me
to LAS VEGAS
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
And drink a few beers,
(Oh, ETHELL!)
ETHELL, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm
Stallion
All I know is hustling
Managed life on a shoestring
Raised by true queens that's the thing
By amazons who decreed
I'm no mule, I'm the head steed
Sto tagliann a white
O teng n'te nike
Destr pegg e Mike
Buc sott e scarp
Drive by ra 'copp e bike
E sti spuorc t'agg itt m fid poc
Facc semp buon
thoughts put into your head by these robots
Chasin' paper 'til you're dead, then the show stops
Unlike my flow, when I go know they all hop!
Tell me how
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