- LL Cool J Jack the Ripper 歌詞
- LL Cool J
- Milky, and Im back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
Ima slow it up and speed it up and now youre gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didnt make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point that Im a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then Ill anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it boil
Cause I made em play it, made em say it
Made em okay it, made em obey it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You living foul
Heres what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack -Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I dont play that
It aint loud enough punk, it aint hitting
This year you tried, next year youre quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
Its the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I dont bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make em like this
They aint like this they dont hit, they miss
Its a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I wont allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, Im--[Chorus:]Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my *** appeal
Home girls in the house, seemon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People dont know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While youre doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what Im here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
[scratches]'How Ya Like Me Now?' Im getting busier
Im double platinum, Im watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and Ill improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, dont ask if the shows on
How that sound? Dont came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down , because youre low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while Imkilling emcees
Im gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
Im--[scratches]Im a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop , straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And youve never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, dont you know
Moving my hand like Im playing the piano
Dont touch the dial, dont change the channel
Dont let me hear you say I aint debonair
Im better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers cant compare
When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..
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