LL Cool J

LL Cool J - Starsky And Hutch lyrics

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Uh. (Ha!)
 Uh. (Ha!)
 Uh. (Ha!)

 Uh. (Ha!)
 Uh. (Ha!)

 Yes y'all throw your hands up real high
 Let's see where the people in the world is at
 Where you at shorty?
 With LL  Busta Rhymes  Check it out...

 Two big ballers keep the juice blending
 Fuck Black Ceaser  I didn't like the ending
 Why?  cos we two jiggy niggas always making
 Too many million dollar affilliations
 Abbreviation, LL, period
 I'm platinum every time, it's serious
 Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions
 High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
 Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit
 I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
 Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
 Shake it down for papers
 Hey, now she jump shaking...

 Gotta keep on making it high
 Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith)
 Gotta keep on making it high
 Gotta keep on making it high

 Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian
 Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
 Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
 You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
 Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
 Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
 You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker
 Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
 Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
 In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker
 Reason being, I work my tool right
 Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

 Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
 Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right)
 Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
 Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L)

 Just lean left, lean right
 Lean front, lean back
 C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
 (You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)
 Just lean left, lean right (right)
 Lean front, lean back (lean back)
 (C'mon shake it, just shake it)
 (C'mon shake it, just break it)
 You gotta ride it baby

 Busta Bust Mr Smith
 Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something for the song...

 *LL Cool J   Busta Rhymes together*
 Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
 C'mon and chill with me, me, me
 C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
 Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
 Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
 Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways

 Busta Bust
 Mr Smith
 We on the track, I always spark the lah
 I always catch a contact
 Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back)
 Like he gotta touch...
 A bottom here for Mencap
 He went from Dreadlocks
 To Ceasers
 Now he called
 Cash
 Brothers shaving bums is nasty
 Kid so watch that...
 I be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, lyrically complex
 And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the runway, Bust
 Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God
 Is it the bashment?
 Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy

 *Together*
 Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
 Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
 Just a leeson for you sucker MC's
 Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

 Word is bond
 Ah man
 I had a good time working with you Mr Smith
 Do you think they'll ever recover?
 I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions
 It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air
 Just have a good time and wave them around
 Throw your hands in the air, word up
 Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

 *LL Cool J   Busta Rhymes together*
 Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
 C'mon and chill with me, me, me
 C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
 Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
 Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
 Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son

 Ah man
 Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
 Ah man
 In a happy and fun loving way
 You know, splash!
 Yeah, you know that
 Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
 You niggas need to chill down
 Put your shades on kid
 Cool the fuck off
 Put your shades on baby
 Aight?
 Shine, nigga put them shades on
 Niggas leaning
 Leaning like they deformed or something
 Ha, fix your neck
 You like like Shaq in that commercial

 (Laughter to fade
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