The Do Wop

Artist：ll cool j

Songs Title：the do wop

And as you all know, I am hard as hell...

Woke up at 9:30 on a saturday morn,

Hit my remote control, turn my stereo on,

Then I reached for a brush since I dont use a pick,

And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my kix...

Went to the kitchen and ate some corn flakes

As I bopped to a tape a kut kreators breaks

Wit hardcore, heavyweight b-boy blast,

Not soft, hardcore, kut kreators fast...

Jumped in the shower it was boiling hot,

So I stayed there a hour cuz I like it a lot

Jumped out, dried off, put on the devon cologne,

Then I called up earl on the telephone...

He said there was a jam that we could do later on

Ten gs plus a limo for one short song

So I said yeah I was wit it, hung up and got geared,

Got a magnifyin glass then I brushed my beard,

Rewound some tapes of some def jam tunes

As I waited for the skeez to ring the bell at noon....

12 oclock came, left the door cracked,

The freak walked in, a mink on her back,

Put her coat on the rack, threw my sessmo（? ） on

Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm, we drank

Round hill cabernet sauvignon, she said l.l.

When you gonna let me taste your tongue...

Her skin got pale, I wham-bammed the tail,

Did it so hard I shoulda went ta jail...

She left, earl came over and we went outside,

Jumped in the b.m. ta bust a joyride..

Went up to ajs in my fresh black wheels

Im not a sucka on a corner tryin ta scrape up a meal...

The girlies want sex, da fellas try ta flex,

But those who flex end up wit broke necks...

Signed some autographs for a posse a freaks -

Said its l baby, I aint down wit sheik

Conversated wit da skeezers for ten minutes more

Then I jumped in my ride and the freak slammed the door...

people think I do crimes

But they dont know Im just a conniseur of hip hop rhymes -

Stop smilin, you think all of the time

But he dont know my names on his wifes behind

Ll has iced all the washed up slobs

Vigilante of rap, so the hell wit the mob

Dont run from the cops, makin suckas chop

And Im only eighteen makin mo than yo pops

Tormentor of toys and boy scout boys

And I dare any critic to call it noize...

Peeked at the clock it said 6:03,

Said later to kreator and broke out wit e..

Went up ta white castle for a chocolate shake

Thinkin bout a hundred thousand that Id soon make

Finished up the snack, jumped up out my seat,

Then ? hit the table and he made up a beat...

Kicked a few rhymes, stepped out the door

Said tonight is a bore, Im in the mood for more!

Jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time

It was almost 7:30 and the show was at 9

Ll cool j would soon stand at a jam

With thousands of people screamin touch my hand!

But since I had a hour plus a half attached

I was searchin for the cutie whos my perfect match...

Her name was renee, her face was ok

But she had the kind a body that made j wanna play

I said no need to rehearse, then I made my approach,

Said you got a good team, girl but ya need a new coach,

Said my names ll cool if I may introduce

But Im not here for conversation, Im here ta seduce

Wanna mix it up baby, wanna feel ya grind

Cause it aint fifth grade, and these aint nursery rhymes

Now I know you heard hardcore

Check out the real ll behind closed doors

Tell your buddies youre busy, tell your boyfriend beat it

Put up the silk dress cuz ya aint gonna need it

Unplug the clock, do away with the light,

After five minutes or more ya here me say thats right!

Your body is bad, I heard you got a caddy,

When we make love you can call me daddy

Im ll cool j, say hey renee,

Im not a toy boy, but I still wanna play

Promise you Im not wack when Im in the sack,

After that Ill leave ya starvin for me to come back

But in the meantime, what ya did just now,

The next time I see ya, Im goin ta town

Stepped away from da freak, it was a quarter to 9

When I rode to the jam I saw the crew on line

Took a trip around the side so I could get backstage

If they call me a tiger then the stage is my cage

I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands rust,

Those flaky knuckleheads I crumble up like crust

Walked in the dressin room and then I heard four knocks

They said ll your runnin late, and its time ta rock!

Told kut kreator what the order would be

Then I said lord have mercy an slapped hands wit e,

Went on stage, I heard the girlies scream,

And at that very moment I woke up from the dream rrraaah!