[And you say New York City...] {2x}
Chorus:
(They`re jinglin`, baby) Go `head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
but I slam dunk punks and make `me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
and put `em in a bucket like he`s chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I`m nice (nice-nice);
and I`m-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it`s all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I`m real.
Another brother`s fan? Forget how you feel.
He`s so-so, I got the instinct.
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
You`re dancin` to a Marley Marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you`re kind of rude you
no good niggaboo tryin` to base, how we livin`, homes? Get out my face!
I`m complete, in effect, and I can`t maul.
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don`t sleep or doubt.
My skill`ll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
I`m top-notch, you`re playin` hop-scotch.
Now I`m-a do ya while the party people watch.
You`re real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But I know why: you ain`t had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain`t a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked in, I ain`t know what to think,
cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don`t stink.
And tried to run down that, I can`t get over that
garbage you were sayin`: you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I`m L.L., and you don`t understand, son.
I`m a legend, on top of that I`m livin`.
Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I`m a baaaaaad...
(Word to the mother!)
Takin` out sucker while the ladies pucker,
and rollin` over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Can`t believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
your grip`s too weak, you can`t hold it, B.
You can dream of makin` progress and gettin` this nice,
but when I roll up, it`s like Hip Hop Vice.
Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
when I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, that`s what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
the Titan of Fightin`, excitin` when writin`,
you`re trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin`.
You know you can`t create and get mean like this;
when I`m on the court, G, it`s strictly SWISSSSHHHH!
When it`s all over, said and done, my friend,
they`ll say, L.L. Cool J just scored again.
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Here`s your token back, you`re gettin` off at the next stop.
I`m-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
Chorus {8x}
[And you say New York City] {4x}
[organ instrumental]
