LL Cool J - How I'm Comin' Lyrics
Boom bash, wake up, I set it off rightLook around and turn your wet dream to fright nightYou can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brotherWord to my grandmotherI buck you in the head just to let ya knowStick you for ya dough, spit on the floDrag it out of ya, bring it onI smack him back down, yo dope word is bondI know you want a piece of the champBut you roll too weak, you couldnt make it in my campYou thought I went for the flipBut Im bustin off hip-hop clip after clipI kept you out there, ripped you for your wearJump inside your video, bust you with a chairSmack slap smack slap smack slap smackJust to make it worse and hurt your pride Ill run it backSmack slap smack slap smack slap smackClick click boom, stop dead in your tracksStick the steel in your mouthBuck buck buck buck buck, lights out[chorus](Im comin)How ya comin baby?(Im comin)This is how Im cominThe album that Im comin with is rough, the flavors mean(ooooh) kickin you for real in the guillatineFourteen shots to your dome kidIm doin time in the game like a bidMovin rhymes like a packageSo stigetty step up and get your nostrils damagedShootin, lickin, bustin, sprayin, all of thatAnd then some, dead dead dead, one by oneNever step to a real mancause your rhymes only work on a playground programThey impress your little friends, bring you a little endsBut you still you gotta ride in your mans benzWord to hip-hop, Im a blast yaGotta set you on fire cause I gassed yaBoom, blow, batman, bang, powUnh (what) unh (what), thats the way its goin downMy new album aint no jokeYou wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?Ill never slack again, Im off the job like the mobHey, no prob, many solved, on the knob, make em soft drobWhat you gotta deal with is real, made of steelYou can feel it comin, burnin, buildin, flowin like an eelMovin, killin, breakin, servin you just like a mealTake off your clothes and taste the steel[chorus]Check babyRockabye baby on the roof topOpen up your mouth and taste my gallotWhen your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fallDown will come the monkey, bannana clip and allSplat (buck buck buck) its all over witAnother plan o.d.ed over my war hitThe way Im workin and jerkin and hurtin brothers convertedNon-beleivers get murdered, cause I waffle birdedGet your face out the bill, catch the thrillCarry a nine put your hootchies on the billThe thought of you gettin scared turns me onLike my first telivision with my backup tip hardSo wheres your mouth kid? wheres your heart shorty?Its all over, cash your chips in, crack a fortyYou look thirsty, you aint gettin no mercy mercyAnd aint no way that you can rehearse for meMurder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figureIts in my tote, its in my tote, so I pull the triggerPut up your women, your crib, your speakersYour dog, your cat, your crate, your speakersYour sister, your aunt, your crew, your knicksGot em booin all you mother rappers who think thats too toughBam bam, heres a hit you wish you hadA hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dadDead dead dead, kill dead, kill deadTry to battle me I gots to buck you in your headI pull your file, clickI know youre good to style, blowLivin wild, when its come to this I never smileWhat did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?Obey your momma, be on your best behaviorIts never endin and I am recommendinYou put your name as brendanI see yall that is blendinThe message that Im sendinIs there aint no pretendinGet in the trunk, buy the album, here Im endinThis is how Im cominHow ya comin baby?