LL Cool J lyrics

LL Cool J lyrics

"Clockin' G's lyrics"

Back In '79 lyrics
Just like we had ffffeared, the mates we had have all dissapeared Nicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob and Ted, they all done a bunk & all got wed OUT WITH THE LADS FOR A LAUGH AND A BEER, THOSE DAYS ARE NO LONGER 'ERE WITH A LUMP IN YER THROAT & A SHIVER DOWN YER SPINE THEY'RE THE MEMORIES OF 1979 [Chorus:] WOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S WHERE WE WANNA BE 1979

Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?

Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay

[LL Cool J]
You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can't no more
Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey
Illest 4 Letter Word lyrics
Test Test.. (CAGE) You wanna kill me nigga? All the way live, we bring to you to host the annual drowning, in Lake Michigan.. (CAGE) I heard some blonde bitch walking through New York looking for Cage I'll stab you in the face, ten times in the same place Lace your little infant 'til you thinking different When in the same building on the street lift you
The white on whites from Uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?

[Chorus]
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's
(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's

[LL Cool J]
Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case it's on
Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break o
Bonze Dechu lyrics
Il ?coute la musique D'orange m?canique Marchant dans la rue Hooligan perdu Il a le cr?ne tondu Fa?on troupe commando Son esprit est foutu Il ne le sait que trop Un air m?lancolique Une dr?le de musique ?a le rend fanatique Et tout devient d?clic Il court sous la pluie Un couteau dans les dents La pleine lune luit Sur sa t?te de d?ment C'est un loup solitair
f dawn
Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin up {?} to rush into the bar
It's a simple recipe, I-C-E
S-H-I-N-E equals free P
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want Prada, the pearl of drawers
The new Fendi mink so she can act stink
The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes
The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-
My Art lyrics
I don't care you sing such a winner's song. No I won't respond. My silence screams ha.ha. And you can call us wrong either way. It "just so happens" to us everyday. Oh I. I won't come undone. And if you ever wanna adventure, If you ever want a fashion show, I'll walk on yr block. Cuz my art is better than yr art And you will be better off when I'm
jerkin
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin

Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty
You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies
(Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you
Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do
You know the game, you a patient killer
Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla
She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's
While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five
Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride
You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more
Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

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