Текст песни L.L. Cool J - The Do Wop, слова песни L.L. Cool J

Текст песни L.L. Cool J - The Do Wop

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L.L. Cool JServin em wellAnd as you all know..I AM - HARD - AS HELLWoke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn`Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo onThen I reached for a brush since I don`t use the picksAnd the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicksWalked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakesAs I bop to a tape of Cut Creator`s breaksWith hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blastConnoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator`s fastJumped in the shower, it was boiling hotSo I stayed there a hour, cause I like it a lotJumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologneThen I called up Earl on the telephoneHe told me `bout a jam that I could do later on10 g`s plus a limo for one strong songSo I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got gearedGot a magnfying glass, then I brushed my beardRewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunesAs I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon12 o`clock came, left the door crackThe freak walked in, a mink on her backPut her curt on the rack, threw my ??? onThen I threw in a tape of the quiet stormWe drank Roundhill Cavern, ate soft mignonsShe said, "L.L., when you`re gonna let me taste your tongue?"My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tailDid it so hard I shoulda went to jailShe left, Earl came over and we went outsideJumped in the BM to bust a joyrideWent up to A.J., in my fresh black wheelI`m not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a mealThe girlies want sex, the fellas try to plexBut those who flex end up with broke necksSigned some autographs for a posse of freaksSaid, "It`s L, baby, I ain`t down with Chic"Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes moreThen I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the doorDue cause I`m a gangster people think I do crimesThey don`t know I`m just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymesSome smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at timesBut he don`t know my autograph`s on his wife`s behindL.L. has iced all the washed up slobsVigilante of rap, so to hell with the mobDon`t run from the cops, makin suckers jockAnd I`m only 18 makin more than your popsTormentor of toys and boyscout boysAnd I dare any critic to call it noisePeeped at the clock, it said 6:03Said `later` to Creator and broke out with EWent up to White Castle for a chocolate shakeThinkin `bout a 100`000 that I`d soon makeFinished up the snack, jumped up, out my seatE-Love hit the table and he made up a beatKicked a few lines, stepped out the doorSince tonight is a bore I`m in the mood for moreWe jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the timeIt was almost 7:30 and the show was at nineL.L. Cool J will soon stand at a jamWith thousands of people screamin, "Touch my hand!"But since I had a hour plus a half for tatI was searchin for the cutie who`s my perfect matchHer name was Renee, her face was okayBut she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna playI said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approachSaid, "You got a good team, girl, but you need a new coach"Said, "My name`s L.L. - Cool, if I may introduceBut I`m not here for conversation, I`m here to seduceWanna mix it up, baby, wanna feel you grindCause it ain`t 5th grade, and these ain`t nursery rhymesAnd I know that you adore my sure side hardcoreCheck out the real L.L. behind closed doorsSo tell your buddies you`re busy, tell your boyfriend beat itForget the silk dress,cause you ain`t gonna need itUnplug your clock, do away with the lightAfter five minutes or more you hear me say, `That`s right!`Your body is bad and I heard you got a CaddyWhen we make love you can call me daddyI`m L.L. Cool J, say hey, ReneeI`m not a toyboy, but I still wanna playPromise you I`m not wack when I`m in the sackAfter that I leave you starvin for me to come backBut in the meantime, put your digits downAnd the next time I see ya I`m goin to town"Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nineWhen I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on lineTook a trip around the side, so I could get backstageIf you call me a tiger, then the stage is my cageI rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rustThem flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crustWalked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocksThey said, "L.L., you`re runnin late and it`is time to rock"Told Cut Creator what the order would beThen I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with EWent onstage, I heard the girlies screamAnd that`s the very moment I woke up from the dreamAahh!

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