Hype Here's where I end off, this is your funky send-off You say we didn't rock it? There'll be a doom call Man, my posse is worldwide known All the
stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands is
world feeling, that's killing 'em with them bars, here we go) [LL Cool J] Intoxicating, got grown women vibrating So nervous that our service is dilating
it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
really tell his rank Not the size of his account, check him, he might bounce It's all on the line, this time it really counts I'll bleed for this one
is what I spit they aint about ish (This is it) I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming Ya'll see I got your man running LL the boss
fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture
beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now (LL Cool J) One of the biggest lies you hear from no one else Is when a girl tries to say
I was cool and not like a lotta them brothers Who used and abused you and took you for granted See you a goddess, that's why you was put on this planet
she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is
alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is
spoke They actin brand new this week so I'm about to go To the block and bubble And get plenty cake I just wanted women and I don't like this club anyway
look gather 'round real quick Bitch is suckin dick like carrots on a stick What you think was gonna happen in ya town Kottonmouth and Tech N9ne burnin' 'em down Summertime madness is
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is
Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful, bitch Oh, is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is
hot We guarantee at least two chickens up in every pot So whatcha want (whatcha got), ay yo, eat some of these And thrust us all up, you'll be cool like
slept in the same bed Fucking wit' her, yo shit get sliced Her wrist is ice and rappin', the bitch is nice She told me how girls fool you for the bucks And I should stay low, cool
And the Writer of Writers, J.R {Hook} [J.R. Writer] {Cam Still talking} This is how we roll (roll) {We about to set this shit off} This is how we flow