- (NFA) No Frontin' Allowed 歌詞 LL Cool J
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- LL Cool J
- Mad madness trashy brother from way back
Were blowin mics since the days of 8-track
Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon
Rusted your hos gets busted
Run your joules, shootin up ya damn fools
Leavin your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools
Went away came back your still wack
Now your slobbin
Marlys mob for a dope track
Comin off like a bra and its the witness
No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business
Dont care about no money got props in it
Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet
Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump
Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks
Full-grown
I aint no baby with these rhymes kid
Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live
I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle
And have the police playin the fiddle in the hospital
Somebody said, 'He couldnt rip with the roughness'
Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less
Soul survivor of a thousand beats
Sendin funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs
Is a raw to a bearlin in the woods [Incomprehensible]
Brothers tapes aint jack their best tracks is wack
I heard you think you got a chance to win
But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten
Rough and rugged and raw
Im like a callous
The underground can say, 'Aint no fra-zontin in my palace '[Incomprehensible]
Well can I be the flavor of the month?
WhyI got the flavor plus
I can bump a chump
I got thefunk straight from my underground hide-out
I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out
Bust on the scene to let ya know
I wasnt frontin
Got ya screamin for my album so
I had to do somethin
Write tonight to take a bit not a bite
And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my
Like here
I am to save the day
I stop the tracks with the mic so
I say to chay
And on guard when
Im swingin for your brow
Cause in the house of hits aint no frontin allowed[Incomprehensible]
Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me
Run for ya life now here some
Mr. Funky and
Im pissed
So watch how many heads
Ill be the takeout
Boy ya better look out
I work ya like a cook-out
So get the flavor the original
Mr. funky [Incomprehensible]
And you watch me do my thing
Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker
And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like
Luke Sky Walker
I cant front,
I love rappin with a passion
Crash your head front into the funk you think
Im slam dancin
See when you front you make mad
The alter weight [Incomprehensible]
Freak this, funky twin powers activate
Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles
Crushin M
Cs while their girls do the hustle
See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong
Damn it, cant we all just get along?
Well see there simply aint no frontin allowed
Yo, Im out like the
Cosby Show
Peace to the funky child[Incomprehensible]
Punchin your goddamn eyebrows off
Roughin it up north lookin like your laugh off [Incomprehensible]
Its a blash smash and crash from my stash
Be watchin your back kid your girl and the phat path
Talkin bout your macks and tax
Whats with that?
Your gettin wet like slow sex
Rippin on that old school kid
Leavin sliced as a slit says
I wet your crib
No question testin the west and the east and
Once the ammo was released and
Ill make your girl come and getcha
Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya
What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype
Im givin crowds more nose jobs than
MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype
Trigger happy tripe dont hit bite my owners right
And ya know its comin off so dont ask it
Snatchin the vocal and hotties on the rap tip
Mackin ya boys up bringin the noise up
And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts
Chainsaw gain more and reign raw
And never let a brother play it is my main law[Incomprehensible]
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