it was safe to try and chop me. Run for ya life now here somes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed. So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout boy ya better look
? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? (Cool J, yeah) Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? (Cool J) (LL Cool
it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) (*Gunshot*) (LL Cool J) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots (rare shots
the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown (Chorus: LL Cool J) (Yo
incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool
(Intro: LL Cool J) Yeah, man the flavour, flavour YEEEAAAHHH...!!! Ah yeah, who we doing? (Chorus: LL Cool J) Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
The wind is howlin the rain pours down eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds. Lights go out the whole world's in darkness the ground is tremblin' dogs
diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down (LL Cool J) Diggedy
(Chorus: LL Cool J) Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
is how I'm comin' the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean (ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine fourteen shots to your dome
of makin love...is... [REFRAIN] pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings I'll
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor) Come on, come on (soul survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on (LL Cool J) They said I wasn
(LL Cool J) Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house (LL Cool J) I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and Stick around
And I'll be rollin in hoods and sneakers you can keep the suit and ties. No sell out bet ya uncle never dies. Gimme that microphone I'll rip it up until
My enemies come and my break-bread's tough But you recognize game from your eyes and walkin' Baby, ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you So I'll
Keith Sweat why? I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll
to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya
is incredible, I do a double take You're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat Quick, I know a place where We can lounge and cool, don
