Текст песни Ll Cool J - Jack The Ripper
Ll Cool J - Jack The Ripper слова песни
Milky, and I`mbackMy ace in the hole was this brand new trackI`m a slow it up and speed it up and now you`re gonna eat it upListen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it upI did it, but the devil didn`t make meI did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake meProving a point that I`m a serious jointYou can roll me up and puff me, and then I`ll anointYour head with oil--lots of oilMake it run like water, watch it boilCause I made `em play it, made `em say itmade `em okay it, made `em obey it---HUHPrince of the growl is on the prowlHow You Like Me Now punk? You living foulHere`s what my game is, kill is what my aim isA washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--Chorus:Jack the RipperJack-Jack-Jack the RipperJack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the RipperKing Hercules!Back for the payback, I must say thatI heard your new jam, I don`t play thatIt ain`t loud enough punk, it ain`t hittingThis year you tried, next year you`re quittingLast year you thought I was dying outBut again, and again, and again without a doubtIt`s the gangster boogie, the earthquake soundPump it up and play it so they hear it all aroundI do it up rough, tough, I don`t bluffand this is an example of funky stuffWhen you wanna make hits, you make `em like thisThey ain`t like this they don`t hit, they missIt`s a strong record, a record for the strongFor those who appreciate real rap songsListen how I won`t allow myself to go off trackStay back, I got the power, I`m--ChorusJack the Ripper, a man, not a mytha-k-a James Todd SmithHard like penitentiary steelBreaking necks while I flex my sex appealHomegirls in the house, c`monHomegirls in the house, give it upYou gotta want to get hotterMoving and grooving, and always improving a lot`aPeople don`t know how nice I amHe was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my manLike ham in a pan, wrap him up in SaranKidnap him and slap him up inside of a vanWhile you`re doing your dance I want you to make movesNo one out there thought you could doYou know my name and my game and what I`m here to doParty people, lemme see if you can dance to--ChorusBreak it down! x3Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy[scratches]"How Ya Like Me Now?" I`m getting busierI`m double platinum, I`m watching you get dizzierCheck out the way I say my, display my, play my`J` on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-YI love to ride the groove because the groove is smoothIt makes me move and I`ll improveAs it goes on, as it flows onWhen you see me, don`t ask if the show`s onHow that sound? Don`t came around, playing me close, brownPull on my jock to be downYou need to stay down, way down, because you`re low downDo that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw downAiming to please while I`m killing emceesI`m gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPsDay after day after dayYou`re smacked in the face by the bass of Cool JI`m--[scratches]I`m a beast on the microphone, a night stalkerA killing machine, a savage street talkerJason with an axe, but I put it on waxTo eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxedThe prince of hip hop, straight from QueensKicking it mean, keeping it cleanAnd you`ve never seen anybody rock the partyAll you funky beat-aholics, this beat`s BacardiI go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don`t you knowMoving my hand like I`m playing the pianoDon`t touch the dial, don`t change the channelDon`t let me hear you say I ain`t debonairI`m better than any emcee out thereAs a matter of fact, suckers can`t compareWhen I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..