ll cool j - jingling baby[remixed but still jingling ] lyrics
[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 me bite the dust.
a minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
and put em in a bucket like he’s chicken feed.
check out the…pick of the litter, not a quitter, im nice (nice-nice);
and im-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 im real.
another brothers fan? forget how you feel.
hes so-so, i got the instinct.
they call me deputy dog to put your booty in the clink.
youre dancin to a marley marl remix single, love:
let me see your earrings jingle, love…
chorus {4x}
i chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
that slop you pop, you need to stop, you’re kind of rude you
no good n-gg-boo tryin to base, how we livin, homes? get out my face!
im complete, in effect, and i can’t maul.
rise, suprise, and i advise you all.
to stand back and peep, don’t sleep or doubt.
my skillll get ill, i turn the mother out, huh.
im top-notch, you’re playin hop-scotch.
now im-a do ya while the party people watch.
youre real funny, you really try to go for yours.
but i know why: you aint had no dough before.
so you tried and lied to drain my fame.
this aint 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 aint 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?
im l.l., and you don’t understand, son.
im a legend, on top of that im livin.
now you look booty like that b-m miss givins.
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, im a baaaaaad…
(word to the mother!)
takin out sucker 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}
cant believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
your grips 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 to curbs, i never swerve a 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 t-tan of fightin, excitin when writin,
youre trite from the toy, boy, i gotta enlight, so start bitin.
you know you can’t create and get mean like this;
when im 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.
heres your token back, you’re gettin off at the next stop.
im-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
p-ss the wine cooler you big black…. (laughter)
chorus {8x}
[and you say new york city] {4x}
[organ instrumental]
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