Mr Smith

intro: ll cool j

Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby
Make it hot... then we drop it
(oooooooh!) uh, yeah
(oooooooh!) uptown, you know how we do it
Yeah you know
Make it hot

Verse one:

[ll cool j]
It's the first time together and i'm feeling kinda horny
Conventional methods of makin love kinda bore me
I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks off
Blow your socks off make sure your g spots soft
[leshaun]
I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name
Matter fact i can't wait for your candy rain
[ll cool j]
So what cha sayin, i get my swerve on, bring it live
Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tight
[leshaun]
Mmm... daddy slow down your flow
Put it on me like g baby nice and slow
I need a rough neck nigga mandingo in a sec
Who ain't afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back
[ll cool j]
No doubt, i'm the playa that you're talkin about
[leshaun]
But do you really think that you can work it out
[ll cool j]
I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out
Here comes the man of steel

Chorus: leshaun, ll cool j

[leshaun] doin it and doin it and doin it well (3x)
[ll cool j] i respresent queens, she was raised out in brooklyn

{repeat 2x}

Verse two:

[ll cool j]
I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot
To hit now, get down
[leshaun]
Damn my lover dig down, you use a rubber?
[ll cool j]
Damn right
[leshaun]
You are my lover
[ll cool j]
All night
[leshaun]
The putty good to you? word to momma
[ll cool j]
Man tight
The only thing left to do is climax
Let's make it last
[leshaun]
Word we ain't goin out like that
All this time you've been telling that you was a don
[ll cool j]
I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen
Now let's get it on
[leshaun]
Mmm, baby wild, don't do that
Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back
[ll cool j]
You talk a good one shorty now you're makin me sweat
How a live nigga like it girl?
[leshaun]
Nice and wet
We get it on to the break of dawn, damn you're large
How a big girl like it daddy?
[ll cool j]
Nice and hard
Safe sexin it, flexin it, gettin that affectionate
Chewin it, oohin it, all while we're doin it

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Verse three:

[ll cool j]
Baby, i wanna hit it in the worst way
[leshaun]
Make it hot
[ll cool j]
Schemin on the ass since the first day
[leshaun]
Don't stop
Damn i love it when you talk like that
Make it bounce sugar
[ll cool j]
Long as you can bounce me back
More flesh than the greek fest
[leshaun]
Roll up the sess
[ll cool j]
Pass the hennessee
[leshaun]
Put my body to the test
Wait wait daddy many niggaz ago
I was a young girl listening to how you flow
Now's my chance to hit you off daddy i'm grown
From the back, from the side
[ll cool j]
Right, i'm in the zone
One of a kind when it's time to do mine
Camcorder and the whole shit
[leshaun]
Press rewind
Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the l
Layin back in the cut while we're under the spell
[ll cool j]
Word life, i like the way the ep went down
Go to sleep, tomorrow i'll take you back downtown
We'll be

Chorus (repeat 3x)

Intro:

Blaze this one, word up!
I'ma blaze this one
No doubt! uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
I'm uncle l, check it, check it, check it!!!
The trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!
All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!!!
Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
Word up, check it!

I shot ya!
I'm splittin brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
Violations, room vibrations, son
Cock the hammer let the uncle give em one
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
Puttin hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
What? you don't wanna, i thought that you was bawlin
Now watch cos i cock ya love, ya girlies fallin
Uh, what's my function? lyrical injection
Blazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me, i'm doin damage
Ya hear me
The whole scenario is dreary
Mc's is gettin wet up in the game
I meet you up in memphis, just call my name
I shot ya!

Chorus:

Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
I shot ya!
*repeat*

I shot ya! (uhh)
I got ya strap to the stagin
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin nervous for talkin shit with no purpose
Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, shhhh, very deadly
Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
Possessin power, takin everything i can grasp
Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin old school shit
Young fools get dicked, ll rules the shit
With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Real niggas recognise what my theory is
I shot ya!

Chorus

Bridge:

I shot ya!
Word up, i'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, i ain't thru, i ain't thru, i ain't thru

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary
Ya clique thought i fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin
I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped i need love
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now i'm writin on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin mama said knock ya out
Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt
Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a mc alive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pluck it like buzzards
I shot ya!

Chorus (x3)

Outro: (over chorus)

What, what, what, what, what
Uh, what?
Y'nahmean? this is how we gettin down for crizzown
No diggity, y'knowi'msayin?
Trackmasters lace me, y'knowi'msayin?
And i take care of mines, y'knowimean?
That's it son!
Peace!

I've been watchin' you from afar,
For as long as i can remmeber
You are all a real man can need
And ever ask for
This is love
This is more than a crush

It was all ....(up at rutgers)
I saw with your man
Smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back
We caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
So skated off, as you strolled off
Looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his love is real he got ta handle competition
You only knew him 5 months (that's right)
Besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
And i've been working out everyday thinking bout you
Looking at my own eyes in the rear view
Cathchin flash backs of our eye contact
Wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back
I would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, i hadn't had a crush in years

Chorus
(2x)hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
Your man must think its safe for you to travel that way
But i don't want ta violate your relationship
So i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
Still he can't stop me from having day dreams
Tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream
Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
Searching your body with my tounge girl all night
I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
We would walk down the isle of destiny
What your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared
Break ya off a little chump change to do your hair
That seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
But there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead
Hey lover

Chorus

Last week i saw ya at the mall
Standing at the pay phone bout to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
Telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently with my hands
We talked about traveling the distant lands
Escaping all the madness out here in the world
Becomin my wife no longer my girl
Then, you let your dress fall down to the floor
I kissed you softly and you yearned for more
We experienced pleasure unparallel
Into an ocean of love we both fell
Swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss
Fantasies interchanging with each kiss
Undying passion unities our souls
Togehter we swim until the point of no control
But its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
We never even spoke and your man (still) love you
So i'm gonna keep all these feelins inside
Keep my dreams alive until the right time

Chorus

Intro:

I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do', y'knowi'msayin
Mmm,
(do you want to be a player) yeah
(then you got to have that flavour)
More of that mr.smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(do you got to be right) second move y'knowi'msayin?
(at all times?) yeah, all the time, all good

Verse 1:

Uhh, that's the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here i come
It's another one (damn, not another one) yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(so what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should i stop 'fore it drops?
Who knows? who goes? who flows?
Me and you? (yeah) just remember boo
(i promise i'll remember) everything i do girl
(i promise) i do it for you, word is bond (i know) word is bond

Chorus:

Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player?) uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(then you got to have that flavour) yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right)
(at all times) papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*

Verse 2:

Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
Now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (no doubt) all the time, miss
Is he right? (no doubt) one of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when i give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
It's my duty to dig booby
Make a video (yo, you mean my own movie) yup
You can star, here we are
There's ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, i drop a lil' french on ya
Then geronimo!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo

Chorus

Interlude:

This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music (x3)
Top choice if ya choose it

Chorus/outro:

Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player?) yeah it's everything i luv
(then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, y'knowi'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right) take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times?)
Papa luv it, i take you to the next level baby, i'll take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
Youknowi'msayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But i ain't scared to be smooth, baby
I ain't afraid of love, y'knowi'msayin? i'll take you there
I'm willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(do you wanna be a player?) it's that flavour i love, y'knowi'msayin?
I like to bring it like that (do you wanna be a player?)
I love bringin it, ha ha, i love bringin it
(do you wanna be a player?) it really is sick, y'knowi'msayin?
Todd know what i mean (do you wanna be a player?)
Big cole know what i mean
Huh, flash know what i mean, my man zel know what i mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah

You know it be buggin' me out, you know what i'm sayin'that rap, how everybody like is using metaphors and all thatit seems like everybody's some kind of metaphor freaksome kind of metaphorical
Or somethin' man, you know what i'm sayin', word upso, you know what i'm sayin, you know brother's wanna make a movie and all thatyou know how i mean, so i figured you know what i'm sayin'i'd j
Ake a little movie, with a chickenballcheck itif you saw the movie wall street i guess you knowthe way ya stack chips and regulate wild doughbut ain't no g-funk and far from my eratales from the
Your boyz will feel terrormc's contaminatin' tracks with fecesyou think of pussy until a flick like specieshi tech ya my pen got velocityjumpin' out the ssl like virtuosityand never question wh
M doin' to ya girlshe let me dive deep like her panties is waterworldbut all metaphors the only thing in rapyou brothers need to stop with thati'm goin' fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodho
To hollywood, but is he goodh
Ollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodcheck it,i'm makin' speed like i'm keanu reevesbut too many true lies can make a honey pleaseshe said, i know you want thisge
Ocahontasi got higher learnin'and bangin' gets monotonousher ass is classiccheeks was jurrasicservin' a justicepoetic the way i last iti touch ground real windy with my lyricsmake her talk in to
And feel the holy spirithear it, pulling light stringsgot mad cast a swingwhen i do my thing my ballz is hairy like the lion kingi'm in the jungle layin' down my mackyou brothers need to chill
Thati'm goin' fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodtake me awayyou think i won't foolta
Awayyou think i can't fooltake me awayyou think i won't fooltake me awayyou think i can't foolit's kinda like miniture satellites floatin' in closetsspyin' in pocketsjumpin' out of a helicopter
A football stadium filled wi
Th cotton candywheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeword up,so your man got a good job lovin' ya so muchboss on his back comin' home like 'what the fuck?'but you be on his side through the thick and all
Hinthat's when ll come inblast a ass like apollo 13sugar get the creamhoppin dom in every directionwhat a scenehe can't understand, your best friend's planrunning game while you chill with the d
Tion mangood love, have fun, tight hugs, and flowersi have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showersbetter get down before ya cryin' at homei got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the d
Onesome brother's won't appreciate thatain't it scary when you meet a real macklet's run it backsee the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to meballs a lethal weapon, dick a menace to
Etyyou ain't a player hater kid you took her off restrictioni make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fictionkid you know i'm game tight, when you hit it tonight i hope she screams my name
This word is born kid, you kn
Ow why?i'm goin' fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodcheck it.

Check it out

I break a nigga down ugly like coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, i'm never ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin as i'm cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when i'm droppin
I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus i make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then i miscount
Mispronounced, how do ll bounce
And get ya shit bust? i turn ya faggots into mush
Ya slippin, i'm grippin microphones real tight
Then i crack up the speakers in ya ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me
His royal highness, you minus what you claim to be
(say what?)

Chorus:
Uh, i get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, i make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 3*

I blow em, kaboom, but fuck sound effects
Niggas was sleeping like i was off on a star trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
He claim he gettin money but l cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when i bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? drama! you can't believe how i deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick

Chorus

You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol' earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in ll season
I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how i shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when i flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

Chorus

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when i'm pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it

Uh, i get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, i make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, i get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, i make it hot!