Oreos eat Cool J coookies I'm bad (Cool J) (Cool J) (Cool J) (Cool J J J) (Cool J J J) (C Cool J) Never ever no never Never wearin' no Levis battle
my phone is tapped I'm bad, Cool J, Cool J Cool J, Cool J , Cool J, Cool J I'm like Tyson icin', I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try
Traduzione: LL Cool J. Sono Bad.
it's worth, want me to play like I played in a church, but I ain't even got it, if I did I wouldn't do it. It was cool, but let's call it a truce, and
two Me plus her equals screw, 50 cop fur when it's cool Chinchillas women wear, for the pool And I drop the Ja, I rule I'm like 50 Pacs not two, boy cold
last i'm up on a good foot you're out on a bad note i'm dope ice fresh automatic oh yes creatively talkin' about how i'm fadin' you vocally your mouth
once I threw these lyrics at her Say what? The rhyme data ??? Smokin wack MC's so bad I'm at the ground evacuatin So hit the exits, while I'm rhyme flexin
worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too [Chorus] Look, I understand your hate When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J Then he started making records
love hip hop We'll all have bad jobs And even there on that assembly line I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes On lunch break I'll battle
back Bitches play goin' get smacked Espicially if I don't disrespect you And you disrespect me I'ma have to show 'ya That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia) I'm
minute told 'dem have a nice day Now i'm back street i'm doin the same ol' thang A young nigga bout my change so i'm lettin my nuts hang I run with ten
baby When I ride, I'm bossin' on that ass And [?] rollin' pregnant 2-1-1 girl I like them odds You can rock my world I'll make you scream for the Gods
thats my price (come thru the neck of the woods you'll be ight) Cuz I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin I'm coming thru and I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them
When I get drunk I might act uncouth But when I get drunk I always tell the truth Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh I make hip-hop fans
phase me Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway Many say, AY, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty J I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon You never
pop like The Fugees, I'm stickin' cock in a floozy I'm like 'Pac, you can't move me, I'm the Mustafa with toolies I'll be hawkin' a loogie, it ain't no