Текст (слова) песни: Ll Cool J - Mr. Smith

Intro:

Y`all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don`t wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let`s do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it`s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain`t no doubt about this, I`m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I`m gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out

Verse 1:

I`m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can`t recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain`t stylish
It`s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You`re [BACKWARDS] dawson, it`s murder, when I step in the door run
for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at`cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I`m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

Hook:

And don`t be gettin no airplay
A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love
It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay
A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love

Verse 2:

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I`m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can`t save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we`re fightin at the pinnacle
I`m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
Ain`t no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

Interlude:

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI`msayin?
We`re gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it`s a jam that you love that don`t be gettin no airplay
(A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo

Verse 3:

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40`s talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El`s til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don`t want it, I`m burnin up the wax
I`m a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain`t no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Outro:

Ha ha, word is bond yo
It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y`knowhutI`msayin? I`m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,
knowI`msayin?
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI`msayin?
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
mother[BACKWARDS]

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Check it out uhh, check it out uhh Yeah it`s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up Ain`t no doubt about this, I`m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here Yeah yeah yeah, I`m gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I`m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots Flame throwin their troops, they can`t recoup from drinkin acid soup Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS] Scooped off the concrete to make a hit Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes in the trenches, killin for mere inches Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama I get more ass than a toilet seat So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS] Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist R-double O-K-I-E you ain`t stylish It`s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons You`re [BACKWARDS] dawson, it`s murder, when I step in the door run for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost Startin at`cha neck to check ya for respect Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide I`m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside Hook: And don`t be gettin no airplay A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love Verse 2: Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess [BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags Huh, I`m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can`t save ya when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed [BACKWARDS] is critical, we`re fightin at the pinnacle I`m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross Ain`t no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage Interlude: To whom it may concern, youknowhutI`msayin? We`re gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh Cos it`s a jam that you love that don`t be gettin no airplay (A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay) I wanna do that one right yo Verse 3: To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest Little shortys with big 40`s talkin loud, actin proud BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud Rollin El`s til your brain swells Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks You [BACKWARDS] don`t want it, I`m burnin up the wax I`m a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain`t no slam again Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut Outro: Ha ha, word is bond yo It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay Yeah, ha ha, word is bond Y`knowhutI`msayin? I`m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here, knowI`msayin? [BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI`msayin? And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at mother[BACKWARDS] Нравится песня? 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