droppin' 'em Word to mother, droppin' 'em Know what I'm sayin'? Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em Yo, year 2000, ya know what I'm sayin'? Audi man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em
, acre by acre I'm droppin em Word to mother, droppin em! KnowhatI'msayin? Straight til 1999, droppin em! Yo, year two thousand, yaknahmsayin? Audi man Yo I'm droppin em
Translation: Ll Cool J. Droppin Em.
acre by acre I'm droppin em Word to mother, droppin em! KnowhatI'msayin? Straight til 1999, droppin em! Yo, year two thousand, yaknahmsayin? Audi man Yo I'm droppin em
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be Uh, I get the drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do? Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art PMRC, this
'm a Great Dane, niggaz is fleas Fuckin' rats can't wait to call cops 'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood bitch
hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low
take a piss I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends Who gives a fuck who they was I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does They
through the street Im a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em
Mill [Meek Mill] Yo I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm
Asking Who Dat On That New Track Wit That Rap Reclined Backwards I Knew That It Was You But Matta Fact Don't Mind Asking Cooling On Em Moving On Em My Shooters On Em
tricks on new fools so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's cool supply & demand rules
em know they can?t rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I can?t so I ain?t gon? stop flowin? But I?ll put you up on this here 'cause you?s not
[Chorus: LL Cool J] We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub We can chill up in the VIP You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming Ya'll see I got your man running LL the boss Like luke wit the force My techniques ugly Dirty like rugby Drop
'all wanna know wassup All I'm tryna see is a honey with a fatty Drop it down south and back it up on Big Daddy That's cool, do it how you do Yeah, mama
but we'll see wait til we finish the show up Show off ya ass and titties, ass and titties she laugh and giggle and smahin from city to city [Chorus] [D-loc:] J
