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ll cool j – rasta imposter lyrics

[intro:]
what you got to do with it? what the f-ck you talkin about?
what the f-ck you got to do with it? you stupid n-gg-? you stupid?
did you see that video, n-gg-? f-ck wrong with you? like you don’t,
you don’t know what you go to do with it. like your f-ckin insane or
something. (you f-ckin wack -ss n-gg-)
[laughing in background]

[verse one]
y’all f-ggots is weak, y’all starstruck n-gg-s think sh-t is sweet
that busy signal bullsh-t is dead up in the street
heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
on when heard your man’s wack sh-t and went to take up his
jealous f-ggot man cause i’m richer than y’all
when i load my desertees, i’m picturin y’all
on the streets of queens where i was raised and born, hardcore
and stood on every corner like a liquor store
clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
b-tch, ya n-gg-s wanna see if i’m ill?
wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
when i inject this lyrical drill, if i can’t do it, the dumb-dumbs will
tell that n-gg- to tell his man to tell that n-gg-
i send the wolves to kill that n-gg-
if you wanna know why, its cause i’m still that n-gg-
michael jordan of all this rap sh-t, pullin the trigger
what the f-ck? you on a mission to self-destruct
and have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
your swervin n-gg-, better follow the white lines
your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
i’m so ill, y’all n-gg-s is so wack
your whole crew is such, y’all lack the hard impact
far as your man go, i got young n-gg-s that wanna get him
treat him like a philly, wet’im and split’im

[chorus]
l.l. don’t lose n-gg-s, we can do it however you choose n-gg-
one on one or round up the crews n-gg-
but can-i-blast you out your shoes n-gg-
you know the rules n-gg-!
[repeat]

[verse two]
queens sh-t, give me cream so i can grab my d-ck
sew that sh-t, what the f-ck y’all n-gg-s workin with?
backwards, -ss-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
a real n-gg- wouldn’t even mention my lips
can’t believe you went there, no i know you a b-tch
sugar-coated n-gg-, deep-throated n-gg-
young guns take a pull before they quote a n-gg-
yeah, i wrote it n-gg- for all my real live devoted n-gg-s
i’m a true and livin lyrically ill poet n-gg-
so what you talkin bout? that sh-ts supposed to be hot?
y’all n-gg-s on the warpath, y’all takin over my block?
i think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
and if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
and if you b-mpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint’s p-ssed the limit
so they don’t know a f-ggot’s in it!
i’m l.l. and i did this to you
teflon waitin for every n-gg- runnin with you
rhymes h-t you, lace you up again and split you
n-gg-s ain’t official thats why mom dukes miss you
tell your man bring it on, i’m only gettin warm
never die, never quit, and my money’s long
punk -ss crab n-gg-, talkin bout his lips
constantly involvin my name with that bullsh-t!
why i diss you? you stepped up in the ring
ice jinglin in the video like you the next don king
and tell your man i know he got some lyrics in the stash
but i’m the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin -ss
mic’s too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
so i can describe the picture with both hands
you must not understand who’s in command
i got all the flavor, but y’all n-gg-s is mad bland

[chorus]

[verse three]
i’ll cut your f-ckin head off and leave it on your mom’s dresser
then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
you wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
i bet y’all n-gg-s fall off now that your under pressure
i don’t stress ya, yet still i must check ya
extort n-gg-s for gettin f-cked up, stop and inspect ya
f-ck wrong with you n-gg-? you can’t do nothin to me
if i put a slug in you on the low, you’d probably try to sue me
your girl blew me, i said “now!” she said “do me”
bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
can’t put dirt roll, n-gg- poppin sh-t
underestimantin what queens n-gg-s’ll do for chips
i originated all this sh-t
the ice, the champagne, the b-tches on the d-ck
that really don’t apply to you crabs in a barrel
mic’s my staff sendin you a message like pharaoh
leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea
the king of hiphop is something you could never be
my crown you’ll never see, i’ll rule forever, g
i’ll be goin platinum when you just a memory
i’m the double l, capital c, double o
with the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown

what the f-ck wrong wit y’all n-gg-s? you out your mind n-gg-?
you better try to go beg lauryn to come back or something
f-ck wrong with you?

[chorus]

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