- LL Cool J Starsky & Hutch 歌詞
- LL Cool J
- Uh, ha!Uh, ha!
Uh, ha!Uh, ha!
Uh, ha!UhYes y'all throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the world is at
Where you at shorty?
With L L Busta
Rhymes check it out
Two big ballers keep the juice blending, who?
Fuck black
Ceaser I didn't like the ending
Why? 'Cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too many million dollar affiliations
Abbreviation,
L L, period
I'm platinum every time, it's serious
Aiyo we serious when we experience millions
High rolling to the max, extra big willing
Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit
I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump shaking
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high
Why you ice-grilling,
I'm far from a villain
Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of
MeccaAiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than chubby checker
In the process of the jolt she might feel the
Black & Decker
The reason being,
I work my tool right
Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep onmaking it high
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
You gotta shake it all night baby
Shake it, shake it
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back
C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it
You gotta ride it baby,
Busta bust
Mr. SmithFlip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know
I'm AudiFellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me , me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways
Busta bust
Mr SmithWe on the track,
I always spark the lah
I always catch a contact
Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push back
Like he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap
He went from dreadlocks to
CeasersNow he called cash brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch that
I be the B
U S T A R
H Y M E SFull of finesse, lyrically complex
And I'm the double
L, C dash
O, dash O,
LPeriod J my leers waiting on the runway, bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo,
I'm Mr. You,
GodIs it the basement?
Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude boy
Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
Just a lesson for you sucker
MC's'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period
Word is bond, ah man
I had a good time working with you
Mr. SmithDo you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea,
I see niggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air
Just have a good time and wave them around
Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up
Mr. Smith and
Busta Rhymes get down
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know
I 'm AudiFellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways son
Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man in a happy and fun loving way
You know, splash
Yeah, you know that
Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
You niggas need to chill down put your shades on kid
Cool the fuck off put your shades on baby
Aight?Shine, nigga put them shades on
Niggas leaning leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix your neck
You like like
Shaq in that commercial
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