(Verse) Okey, there ya go again, talking that real Telling 'em how he feel, that n***a need to chill He independent still... He ain't even got a deal, he don't need one One his way to his first mill', Choose up season Is here for ya to feel good when ya press play Don't even trip, Cuffing Season is on the way Wait a minute! Lemme slow that sh** down Where's the crown? Give it to me, I got they attention now, yeah-eh-yeah Good thing I'm so patient, yeah cuz while them n***as was on vacation I was in the studio makin' songs fo' the radio You may never heard about me, ask yo girl, I bet she know She know, she know about me! They should call me LL Cool E The way I be writin' them songs, the way they be singin' along It's like I can't do no wrong so get ready for the choose up Hmmm, so get ready for the choose up (Choose up, choose up) Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her? Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her? Choose up! Uppppp! (Outr0) Lemme tell you somethin' This pimping that I got in my blood It came from a family trait My grand daddy was a p.i.m.p. My great great great grand daddy was a p.i.m.p. I'm talking pimpin' been since pimpin' been since been since pimpin' (It's in your bloodline, baby) It's on my blood, and you will never be that (Why, why?) Becuz you was borin' All the people in yo family was a**istant pimps (Assistant pimp? I neva did not hear that) (I thought you was the one the Lord chose)