LL Cool J lyrics
LL Cool J lyrics
"Mr. Smith lyrics"
Your Girl Chose Me lyrics
Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game(game) (B2 B2k) Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2K) Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2k) Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2K)
Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game(game) (B2 B2k) Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2K) Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2k) Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me) you know the name of the game (game) (B2 B2K)
[Intro:]
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
[Verse 1:]
I'm goin to the top leavin smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
when I go for dolo you ain't checkin for nuttin less
My strategy is splittin brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust thru all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin snakes thru the belly witta icepick
Smoke lyrics
Over and out of it for one more plane ride out Not sure, and never was if this will all head south, or what Wait here a month or two will pass, I'm sure I won't Faith dear, enough to get you by until we're home I wish, I don't wish I still smoked I wish, I wrote you one original note Take me home, tuck me in Moon go down, do it again
and scoopin hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid
[Chorus:]
Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
[repeat x3]
[Verse 2:]
What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off like a hot air balloon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BLANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name
[Chorus]
To the bridge
[Bridge:]
Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Talkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout
[Verse 3:]
Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift
[Chorus to fade]
Over and out of it for one more plane ride out Not sure, and never was if this will all head south, or what Wait here a month or two will pass, I'm sure I won't Faith dear, enough to get you by until we're home I wish, I don't wish I still smoked I wish, I wrote you one original note Take me home, tuck me in Moon go down, do it again
It's the rebirth of murkin niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid
[Chorus:]
Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
[repeat x3]
[Verse 2:]
What? You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin airborne
Takin off like a hot air balloon
Goin up up up, oh no kaboom
Wer Ich Wirklich Bin lyrics
In meinem Sch?del wohnt ein Tier, das trampelt alles kurz und klein Was ich mir vorgenommen hab f?r einen lieben langen Tag Wozu bewegen, ich wei? ja nicht wohin Manchmal w??t ich gern, wer ich wirklich bin In meiner Kehle wohnt ein Tier, das fri?t die klugen Worte auf Die ich mir beigebogen hab f?r einen lieben langen Tag Was soll ich sagen, wenn
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Bring your heroes down to ground zeroIn meinem Sch?del wohnt ein Tier, das trampelt alles kurz und klein Was ich mir vorgenommen hab f?r einen lieben langen Tag Wozu bewegen, ich wei? ja nicht wohin Manchmal w??t ich gern, wer ich wirklich bin In meiner Kehle wohnt ein Tier, das fri?t die klugen Worte auf Die ich mir beigebogen hab f?r einen lieben langen Tag Was soll ich sagen, wenn
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some [BLANK] shit, throats is gettin shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick em in the *?fire bit?*
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin flavour to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin name
[Chorus]
To the bridge
[Bridge:]
Mr Smith (I was a mack since birth)
Talkin bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout Mr Smith
Talkin bout
[Verse 3:]
Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up
Under A Serpent Sun lyrics
Web of corruption thick with deceit The language of destruction, the slaughter of the meek Under a serpent sun we shall all live as one No rest for the wicked, the children of God The final retribution, the final curtain torn Within us the flames of the end Survival of the fittest, the hunt for the sacred game Sweetfleshed, hell bent creature
with that divine touchWeb of corruption thick with deceit The language of destruction, the slaughter of the meek Under a serpent sun we shall all live as one No rest for the wicked, the children of God The final retribution, the final curtain torn Within us the flames of the end Survival of the fittest, the hunt for the sacred game Sweetfleshed, hell bent creature
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavour niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift
[Chorus to fade]