Ll Cool J - 4,3,2,1 Lyrics

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Make it butter I'm gonna Bankhead bounce

No doubt aiyyo watch yo' mouth

Aiyyo one two three four five six seven

Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven

Seven six five four three two one

My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin' my position hot Nixon

This one for all the sick ones confliction

Poisonous darts sickenin' best believe

Finger itchin' with two broke legs now I'm trippin'

On MC's cliche shot that ricochets

Start trouble bust bubbles hip to wicked ways

Gotta love me G O D no one above me

Look good but fuck ugly

Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sunnin' you

Got you shittin' in your last Huggie runnin' who?

Fuckin' punk get a speed bump comin' through

A single shot make your knees knock respect Wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga shit it on nigga

Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release time pent up

While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe

Shit I kept low petro' your metro

Politic keep the chicken heads gobblin'

Shit I'm drivin in come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city from the spliff committee

Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty gritty

Smack the driver's head in the gypsy

When I approach rappers be takin' notes

I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat

Absolute I love to burn to the roots

I keep comin' 'til your pour sperm from your boots

Vigilante hardcore to the penis

Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

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I'm the illest nigga alive watch me prove it

I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics

Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough I start to read your thoughts

If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff

Like "Yo how many rhymes you got?"

I could go on for more Millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot

And there's nowhere to run ta when I confront ya

Nigga I call your bluff like you had a phone number

Who wanna see Canibus get wild who wanna act fly

And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on

Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on

Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred

When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down

Run it clown come up off that or I'm gon' gun it down

When in doubt however skull goes it's gon' be that

See that that shit'll finish you dawg believe that

Where we at do your value your life as much as your possessions?

Don't be a stupid nigga learn a lesson

I'm gon' get you either way and it's better to live

Let me get what's between your sock cause it's better to give

Than receive believe what I say when I tell you

Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you

And when the lights is out they don't come back on

This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on you ain't that strong

You knew it was wrong but you asked for it baby

You'se a pink nigga ski mask for it baby

So I can hit you up on front teeth you think I'm sweet?

Want heat? One deep leave him behind front seat

Aiyyo one two three four five six seven

Blaze the hot trizack shine like heaven

Seven six five four three two one

Come on Mr. Smith come get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowin' flows

Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed

The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers

You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension

Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention

Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue

I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun

Blow you to pieces leave you covered in feces

With one thesis "LL Cool J is hard"

Every little boy wanna pick up the mic

And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that's like pickin' up a ball playin' with Mike

Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight

Snappin' you amateur MC's

Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease

Ringmaster bringin' a tiger cub to his knees uhh

In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence

Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance

Now let's get back to this mic on my arm

If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb

You don't wanna borrow that you wanna idolize

And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And I'm darin' every MC in the game

To play yourself out position and mention my name

I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name

Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train

Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line

LL Cool J nigga greatest of all time

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