Karaoké Phenomenon LL Cool J

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Baby girl was draped in Chanel said she loved Tupac but hate some LL

Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings

She could take a prince turn him into a king

I was lookin' at her in the limelight pearly whites

Said her man get paper but he don't live right

All these emotions flowin' inside the club

Do you really wanna thug or do you wanna love

She git the paper when it's time to get it

He keeps these clowns sinkin' like Chappaquidic

Honey smoke make ya click feel it in they throat

No joke all these love letters they wrote

Behind every player is a true playette

Bounce you up outta there push eject

Tasty choice have it nice and moist

Or play paper games and floss the Rolls Royce

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He was king of seduction cop a suction

Now she with a cat that work construction

Who wanna starve her with the paper abuse her mind

Dis her new lover when you know it's all mine

That's off top lap dances got ta stop

You play out yo' chick 'cos yo' game is hot

I did it too

Italian iced my whole crew

He's bangin' off my chest 'til I'm black and blue

He beefin' yellin' on the cell of my six

You reachin' then I heard the cordless click

Now you're club hoppin' keep the Cristal poppin'

Use my chips and take the next man shoppin'

Hell no must be out yo' mind got you on yo'

Knees and yo' elbows each and every time

That's why I love you mama you run yo' mouth

Throw yo' legs over the bed baby work me out

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You was all souped up

I played it just right

Mommie I was full blown my game was airtight

I needed to switch up and get it in gear

It's a whole new movie world premiere

Yeah, keep it jingling no more mingling

A brand new year me and you could bring it in

Sick and tired of the freakin' night to morn

Bonin' in the mirror with my Cubans on

Let bygones be bygones no more games

Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames

Now we in a brand new mansion with the lake in back

You got it all figured out mommie I like that

Collect chips got his and her whips

Then waste a quarter mil on clothes at six

But you're worth it playgirl it's real in the field

Say what you want but keep yo' lips sealed

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Yeah, come on come on uh, check it out