Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Intro: Big Ill & LL Cool J
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
Now check it out
Verse 1: Big Ill
Now it's a bumpy road when you're jumpin' on my jock
Leave you in a slum, pumpin' shells from the Glock
Don't give a fuck about your life, boom
Lyrified fool like I said, dirty dropout from high school
So fuck a diploma
'Cause I packs the Glock, I put your ass in a coma, I roam a—
Lone, I'm solo, oh yo, fuck a gang
Is how my thang, I'ma swang like my ding-a-ling
Now what the fuck is my life without a brew?
Distill my alcohol like I don't have a clue
And fuck you, to my PO I'm talkin' to
Givin' me a drug test, you need a slug in your chest
I suggest you don't mess with the filthy
Dirty derelict that'll get your ass killed, G
And to the warden, now that I'm recordin'
You could a suck, to photographers, fuck a flick
You want my photos and enter the pretend
Back in the days, my life wasn't decent
So get the fuck out my face, it's no challenge, G
I'll commit a felony, what the fuck you tellin' me?
Nothin', humpin' and puffin', that's all I do
One, two and I also guzzle brew
Might emulate, flip your state of mind
Get you butt-naked, make it you shake it from behind
So beware, whether light-skin or dark-skin affair
I'll wax your ass then I'm outta there, yeah
Refrain: LL Cool J
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
Verse 2: Big Ill & LL Cool J
Yeah, straight out the box I'ma blow ya, baow, nice to know ya
Wanna hold a grudge, but you better let it go, yo
Bum, feel the lead from the shell if you fuck with the
I to the L to the L
Still collect the checks, some say I'm rated X
Get 'nough sex, not next, if I'm vexxed, I'm plex
Don't flex them muscles, take the bullet, see 'em diesel
Beat your ass down even if you got diesel
Some manipulator will filp your data
Give you service with a attitude, rip the tippin' waiter
Minute I'm intoxicated, I might knock your ass right out the box
You hate it, I'm simulated
You can't get none, kickin' drama
Always Wayne, say that shit for one of Rama 'cause my name's the Mack
Ten trigger happy, [?], crazy motherfucker
And I does the
[?], so [?] one deep
Your whole motherfuckin' five still'll get swigged
Even if you're larger, breakin' you down little
And brittle, it's not a riddle, your shit'll be in the hospital
Refrain: LL Cool J
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
I to the L to the L
Outro: Big Ill
Pumpin' shit for my motherfuckin' niggas that's down with the classic shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, somethin' like that
This shit is goin' out to my motherfuckin' man al jit
For y'all bitches that don't know, that's the large sca, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? They gotta stick with the [?]
[?], Malcom, 500 XL
Mac that and [?], yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
You could do somethin' for the public
Yeah
Gotta stick with [?] for my man [?]
Hot 97
Gotta say somethin' to the paper boys
Power 106
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta stay what's up to my man King's Tax, K now, you know what I'm sayin'?
To my motherfuckin' man Billie Jean
Back in Detroit
To all my homies still locked down in Buffalo
I'ma stay ruffin' you
You know what I'm sayin'? All that, eat a dick, bitch
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Samples, covers and versions
Samples
Fred Wesley & The J.B.'s1975