LL Cool J - 4, 3, 2, 1 (Original Version) (feat. Method Man, Canibus, Redman) lyrics
LL Cool J [James Todd Smith] Ladies Love Cool James [Long Island, N.Y. U.S.] 🇺🇸
[LL Cool J - 4, 3, 2, 1 Original Version feat. Method Man, Canibus, Redman lyrics]
Yo, aiyo, I put it on a nigga
Shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (Explode)
When you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho
Shit, I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm driving in come with fog halogen
Terrorize your city from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach, rappers be taking notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep cummin' 'til your pour
Sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anaemic
Playing my position, hot Nick, son
This one, for all the sick ones, infliction
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 sonning you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie
Running who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through
A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu
Yo Method, where the gods at? Redman
Where the Squad at? Yo L
Is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that
Who's the God of rap you saying is nice?
I'll beat a dead nigga to death and
Beat a dead nigga to life
If you look at me long enough
I'll start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough and
Then I'll call your bluff
Let's see how many rhymes you got
I can go on for more Millenias than
Mazda's got in a car lot
And there's nowhere to run to
When I confront ya
Nigga, I'll 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 them on in all shapes
Sizes and forms and spit on
Any MCs who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to 60? I'm already doing
A hundred when I'm blunted
And I give it to any nigga that want it
Your head will spin so
Fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on
Your bitch ass make your hard drive crash
The C colon backslash
And I'll go back to the roots
To school your whack ass
Because the object of the game is to
Spark every cell in your brain
At degrees hotter than blue flames
Propane gasses incinerate you into ashes
I got you breathin' harder than
Girls in Lamaze classes
Stop bitchin' about if it's
Written or freestyle
Got the whole Spanish community
Saying I'm muy mal
Charging niggas with booty styles $50 fines
In addition to $25 for wack punchlines
’Cause, I'm the top dog running the yard
And I represent cause I never
Chained to the fence
Hence to battle me is impossible
I'll put your whole crew in the hospital
With IVs all in their nostrils
So stop sleeping on me, I ain't a mattress
Put you through more drama than
A soap opera actress
Don't even think about pulling
Out and opening fire
Gunshots wound but I remove
Bullets with pliers
I aspire to kick the fattest
Shit you've ever witnessed from a far side
That's even confusing the fat lip
Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge
I'll make your head nod 'til your
Neck runs out of cartilage
I think it's obvious that I
Can bring the ruckus
Scream on your crew like
A military drill instructor
When I come through
Niggas stand stiller than statues
If I have to I'll battle your whole rap crew
Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd
And rip your fucking skin off just
To get on your nerves
Shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (Explode)
When you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho
Shit, I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm driving in come with fog halogen
Terrorize your city from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach, rappers be taking notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep cummin' 'til your pour
Sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anaemic
Playing my position, hot Nick, son
This one, for all the sick ones, infliction
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 sonning you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie
Running who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through
A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu
Yo Method, where the gods at? Redman
Where the Squad at? Yo L
Is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that
Who's the God of rap you saying is nice?
I'll beat a dead nigga to death and
Beat a dead nigga to life
If you look at me long enough
I'll start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough and
Then I'll call your bluff
Let's see how many rhymes you got
I can go on for more Millenias than
Mazda's got in a car lot
And there's nowhere to run to
When I confront ya
Nigga, I'll 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 them on in all shapes
Sizes and forms and spit on
Any MCs who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to 60? I'm already doing
A hundred when I'm blunted
And I give it to any nigga that want it
Your head will spin so
Fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on
Your bitch ass make your hard drive crash
The C colon backslash
And I'll go back to the roots
To school your whack ass
Because the object of the game is to
Spark every cell in your brain
At degrees hotter than blue flames
Propane gasses incinerate you into ashes
I got you breathin' harder than
Girls in Lamaze classes
Stop bitchin' about if it's
Written or freestyle
Got the whole Spanish community
Saying I'm muy mal
Charging niggas with booty styles $50 fines
In addition to $25 for wack punchlines
’Cause, I'm the top dog running the yard
And I represent cause I never
Chained to the fence
Hence to battle me is impossible
I'll put your whole crew in the hospital
With IVs all in their nostrils
So stop sleeping on me, I ain't a mattress
Put you through more drama than
A soap opera actress
Don't even think about pulling
Out and opening fire
Gunshots wound but I remove
Bullets with pliers
I aspire to kick the fattest
Shit you've ever witnessed from a far side
That's even confusing the fat lip
Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge
I'll make your head nod 'til your
Neck runs out of cartilage
I think it's obvious that I
Can bring the ruckus
Scream on your crew like
A military drill instructor
When I come through
Niggas stand stiller than statues
If I have to I'll battle your whole rap crew
Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd
And rip your fucking skin off just
To get on your nerves
