[And you say New York City...] {2x}
Chorus:
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk punks and make 'em bite the dust
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put 'em in a bucket like a chicken feed
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice);
And I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real.
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel
You're so-so, I got the instinct
They call me Deputy Dawg to put your booty in the clink
You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single of...
Let me see your earrings Jingle, love!
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and stewed you
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good n***aboo tryin' to base
How you livin', homes? Get out my face!
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
My sk**'ll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hopscotch
Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
But I know why: you ain't had no dough before
So you tried and lied to drain my fame
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now
Dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
Cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink
And tried to run down that, I can't get over that
Garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm L.L., and you don't understand, son
I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
Now you look booty like that bum Miss Givens.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
Cuz man, YO, I feel for ya brother, I'm a baaaaaad...
(Word to the mother!)
Takin' out s**ers while the ladies pucker
And rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
Lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[Organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice
But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice.
Serve the curves, I never swerve I'm superb
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
Played your hand, lost track of your plan
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man
Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The Titan of Fightin', excitin' when writin'
You triflin' toyboy, I gotta enlighten, so start bitin'
You know you can't create and get mean like this;
When I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH!
When it's all over, said and done, my friend
They'll say, "L.L. Cool J just scored again."
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop
I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor
Pa** the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
Chorus {8x}
[And you say New York City] {4x}
[Organ instrumental]